Luyện nghe bài hát Get Use To This

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

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

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

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

the Dips, please, we movin' 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,

Excuse the Dips, please, we movin' bitch,
We the truth, we the proof get to this, yup
Our movements sick, your 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, it down, rock ya town, pipe game
I can do a change
What I is crunk I don't mean pass the Bronx
When I say ya plain, look J is built, to let the eighty tilt
Gun brawl, one call, that'll get you haters
Snap, pop, and peeled, so friend just chill
here, I'm in fa mills and I ain't talkin' baby milk

When I spray the mag, you will play in it glad
means lay in a bag, like some haters that I had
Hoes I scrap up and rag
Shit I ain't talkin' periods when I say stay in my path
I amaze 'em like dag, you ain't a please
That ain't no killa weed, them twigs are wit' seeds
I hit the Philippines across the seas
O.C. for weeks where I feel 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 all, get some head in the bed
Then walk the chickenhead right towards the exit
Just face it my nig', you stay with the kid
I got paper, gators, many ya dig
They just hate how I live, 'cuz the only they see me
Under the wing is when I'm in the basement of my

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