Luyện nghe bài hát Get Use To This

Dip dip dipset
Dip dip bitch
Dip dip dipset
do it man
I'm in the

Yo, I started the starters and fathered the fathers who
I the slaughters and slaughter the slaughters who slaughtered
I target than spark it, and Pa you'll be part of this
From artist to J.R. is that hardest regardless
Put your fate in his hands, there'll be changin' of
A man did, I did it from in rain wit a gram
Now I slither in glitter, Jacob throw glaze on my
Shit, D-12 don't even know the name of my

Man I'm super fly, two for five, bake the bait
Eight for eight, to eight, wait I'm great, haters hate
Cubs come to chase, I've dealt with major cake
Ever since Jake the Snake, all I was Bathin' Apes
Ooh yeah hun, them old Air Ones
Sneaks crispy, 350, you ain't wear none
I'm a pimp girl, get it through your ear
No I'm not tellin' you you can get a pair from

I'm sicker sicker, you sicker than sicker now ain't chu
A Picturin' picture, just picture this I paint you
I'm swift the fifth, when I grip it, it spit at an angle
You'll be stiffer stiff, prick, up sittin' with angels
I'm doin' me jewelery, blue it be
Pimp's ya pa, J.R. hittin' hard, soon you'll see
Act a fool we'll take you to school like truancy
So give me my respect, I'm the best indeed

Excuse the Dips, please, we bitch, move
We the truth, we the proof get to this, yup
Our movements sick, your shit
That's a fact have a nap and get used to this,

the Dips, please, we movin' bitch, move
We the truth, we the get used to this, yup
Our movements sick, your shit
That's a fact have a nap and get used to this,

Yo, I'm ice chain, bright range, rings, splice Caine
Cop the pound, chop it down, ya town, pipe game
I can do a change
What I is crunk I don't mean pass the Bronx
I say ya white plain, look J is built, to let the eighty tilt
Gun brawl, one call, that'll get you haters
Snap, pop, sprayed and peeled, so friend chill
here, I'm in fa mills and I ain't talkin' baby milk

When I with the mag, you will play in it glad
That lay in a bag, like some haters that I had
I scrap up and rag serious
Shit I ain't talkin' periods I say pussy stay in my path
I 'em like dag, you ain't a killa please
That ain't no killa weed, them are filled wit' seeds
I hit the Philippines the river seas
O.C. for weeks where I don't the breeze

So I got heifers, whores, with some jaw
the vet for sure, who want me to sex them raw
But I X'd them all, get head in the bed
Then the chickenhead right towards the exit door
Just it my nig', you can't stay with the kid
I got paper, gators, flavors ya dig
They just hate how I live, 'cuz the only time see me
Under the wing is I'm in the basement of my crib

the Dips, please, we movin' bitch, move
We the truth, we the get used to this, yup
Our sick, your movements shit
That's a have a nap and get used to this, yeah

the Dips, please, we movin' bitch, move
We the truth, we the proof get to this, yup
Our movements sick, your movements
That's a fact have a nap and get used to this,