Luyện nghe bài hát Get Use To This

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

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

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 paper chase, I've dealt with cake
since Jake the Snake, all I rocked was Bathin' Apes
Ooh hun, those them old Air Ones
Sneaks crispy, 350, you ain't wear none
I'm a pimp girl, get it your ear drums
No I'm not tellin' you where you can get a from

I'm sicker than sicker, you sicker sicker now ain't chu
A Picturin' picture, just this picture I paint you
I'm swift with the fifth, I grip it, it spit at an angle
You'll be stiffer stiff, prick, up sittin' with angels
I'm just doin' me jewelery, 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

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 fact have a nap and get used to this,

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

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

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

So I got heifers, whores, with excellent jaw
Like the vet for sure, who want me to sex raw
But I X'd them all, get head in the bed
Then walk the chickenhead right the exit door
Just face it my nig', you stay with the kid
I got paper, gators, many ya dig
They hate how I live, 'cuz the only time they see me
the wing is when I'm in the basement of my crib

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

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