Luyện nghe bài hát Get Use to It

[Ice
If you try to get with me, a four and a fifty
your monkey ass up, like Bobby did Whitney
Trigger fingers get itchy, niggaz get bitchy
And they need they story on Jerry or Ricki
Pull your in your iffy, I'm clean and I'm spiffy
If they lock me up today be back in a jiffy
All my niggaz with me, all my bitches are picky
To around us right on time, bitch you know it's tricky
Take a hit of the sticky, everybody get
When we hittin' that whiskey, all my niggaz get
Don't fuck with no sissy, all we bumpin' is
If you know I am, motherfucker come get me
I'm a man not a Mickey, all my love hickies
that go away 'til you're well in your sixties
All I'm wearin' is Dickies, don't try to me
When we come to Atlanta we gon' Nikki's

- X2]
And better get use to it
And y'all get use to it
And better get use to it
And better get use to it

[W.C.]
Barracuda with it, security
Fuck the dress code, I'm in a white T with
to my side with my nine, sat lyin' back
In the with your baby mama in my lap
Lookin' fly like I got a full of stones
Pro fitted on, wearin' cologne
Big watch, big rocks, grip glocks, guap
What you thought, motherfucker this is Lench Mob
Dub the trigger knock, talk shit
put additional air condition holes in your Bentley top
And got 'em gettin' low, I rich rolls
Swervin' on them MVP's, I call 'em Kobe's they 24's
spittin' out sunflowers, Dub and Don Dadda
Bustin' gun powder than gun towers
Down South, can Screw it, it's the West, too truest
Keep the party jumpin' like do it and never lose it

- X2]
And better get use to it
And y'all get use to it
And y'all get use to it
And y'all get use to it

[The
Who my gangsta rap teacher? (Ice Cube) Nigga you better it
It's the Don Dadda Jr. slash motherfuckin'
Sit back and notes while I spin like hundred spokes
My flow is razor sharp, I'm comin' straight for throat
With that West Coast, gangbang, watch him when his hang
East Coast, Down South, niggaz do the thang
Throw up your dubs Wu-Tang, who bang
harder than that nigga bailin' through your hood two chains
Swangin' like his nuts, 'cause he don't give a
no nigga that ain't bangin' in no khakis or some Chuck's
It's that Westside, Connect'd that
who flow so wreckless
He spent a hundred thousand on his necklace, I'll bet
motherfuckin' Coast ain't got after me
have shit before Cube except a W.C.
The Maad Circle is back, mad purple in fact
I'm bout to join the Mob, that's me
the mac, motherfuckers

- X2]
And better get use to it
And better get use to it
And y'all get use to it
And better get use to it