Luyện nghe bài hát Get Use to It

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

- X2]
And y'all 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

[W.C.]
Barracuda it, call security
Fuck the dress code, I'm in a white T with
Hand to my with my nine, sat lyin' back
In the with your baby mama in my lap
fly like I got a pocket full of stones
Pro fitted on, wearin' chronic
Big watch, big rocks, grip glocks, dick
What you niggaz thought, motherfucker is Lench Mob
Dub make the trigger knock, talk
put additional air condition holes in your Bentley top
And shorty got 'em gettin' low, I rich
Swervin' on them MVP's, I call 'em Kobe's cause they
Still spittin' out sunflowers, Dub and Don
Bustin' more gun than gun towers
Down South, y'all can it, it's the West, too truest
Keep the jumpin' like do it fluid and never lose it

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

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

- X2]
And y'all 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