Luyện nghe bài hát Get Use to It

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

- X2]
And better get use to it
And better 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 jewelry
Hand to my side with my nine, sat lyin'
In the with your baby mama in my lap
Lookin' fly I got a pocket full of stones
Pro fitted on, chronic cologne
Big watch, big rocks, glocks, dick guap
What you niggaz thought, this is Lench Mob
Dub make the trigger knock, shit
I'll put additional air condition holes in Bentley top
And shorty got 'em low, I rich rolls
Swervin' on them MVP's, I call 'em Kobe's cause they
Still out sunflowers, Dub and Don Dadda
Bustin' more gun powder than gun
Down South, y'all can Screw it, it's the West, too
Keep the party jumpin' like do it fluid and lose it

- 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

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