Luyện nghe bài hát Get Use to It

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

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

[W.C.]
with it, call security
Fuck the dress code, I'm in a white T jewelry
to my side with my nine, sat lyin' back
In the club your baby mama in my lap
Lookin' fly like I got a full of stones
Pro on, wearin' chronic cologne
Big watch, big rocks, grip glocks, dick
What you thought, motherfucker this is Lench Mob
Dub make the trigger knock, talk
I'll put additional air condition holes in your top
And shorty got 'em gettin' low, I rolls
Swervin' on them MVP's, I call 'em Kobe's cause 24's
Still spittin' out sunflowers, Dub and Don
Bustin' more gun powder gun towers
Down South, y'all can Screw it, it's the West, too
Keep the party like do it fluid and never 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

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

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