Luyện nghe bài hát Get Use To This

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

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

Man I'm super fly, two for five, bake the bait
Eight for eight, eight to eight, I'm great, haters hate
Cubs come to paper chase, I've dealt with cake
Ever Jake the Snake, all I rocked was Bathin' Apes
Ooh yeah hun, those them old Air
crispy, 350, you ain't never wear none
I'm a pimp girl, get it through ear drums
No I'm not tellin' you where you can get a from

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

Excuse the Dips, please, we bitch, move
We the truth, we the get used 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

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

When I spray with the mag, you will play in it
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, them twigs are filled wit'
I hit the Philippines the river seas
O.C. for where I don't feel the breeze

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 towards the exit
Just face it my nig', you can't stay the kid
I got paper, gators, many ya dig
just hate how I live, 'cuz the only time they see me
Under the wing is when I'm in the basement of my

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

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