Luyện nghe bài hát Get Use To This

"Get Use To This"

do it man
(I'm so bad!!!)
I'm in the

[J.R.
Yo, I started the starters, and the fathers who fathered
I the slaughters, and slaughtered the slaughters who slaughtered
I target then spark and Pa be part of this target
From to artist, J.R. is the hardest regardless
Put your in his hands, they'll be changing of plans
Admit, I did it from in rain with a gram
Now I sliver and glitter, throw glaze on my hand
Shit! D12, dont even the name of my band
Man I'm just superfly, two for five, bake the
Eight for eight, eight to eight, wait I'm great, haters
Cars come to paperchase, I've dealt major cake
Ever since the Snake, all I rock was Babe and Ape's
Ouhh yea hun, does old Air 1's
Sneaks crispy, $350, you never wear none
I'm a pimp girl, get it through eardrums
No I'm not telling you you can get a pair from
I'm sicker the sicker, you sicker the sicker then you
A picture in picture, picture this picture I paint you
I'm swift the 5th when I it, it spit at an angle
You'll be stiffer than stiff, prick up sitting angels
I'm just me, jewelry, blue in beads
Pinch it Pa, it's J.R., hitting hard, soon see
Act a fool, take you back to school like truancy
So give me my respect, I'm the best, indeed

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the Dip (Please)
We moving (Move)
We the truth, we the proof, get use to (Yup)
Our sick (Yea), your movement shit (Yea)
That's the fact, have a nap and get use to (Yea)

[J.R.
Yo, I'm ice chained, bright rims, range, slice cain
Cop the pound, chop it down, rock in towns, game
I can do a change (why?), but our pack is crunk
I dont mean pass the Bronx, when I you Whiteplain
Look J is built, to let the .80
Gun brawl, One call, get you haters killed
Snap, pop, and pilt, so friends just chill
Look here, I'm end for mills, and I aint talking baby
When I spray the mag, you will play in the glad
That lay in the bag, like some haze that I had
Ho's I strip up in rags, serious
I aint periods when I say pussy stay in my pad
I amaze 'em "Dag", you aint a killer please
That aint no killer weed, them nick's are with seeds
I hit the philippines, cross river seas
Whole sea for a week, where I dont a breeze
So I got Hefner's whores, with excellent jaw
the vet for sure, who want me to sex 'em raw
But I asked them more, give head in the bed
Then whoop the chickenhead right towards the exit
Just face it my nig, you cant stay the kid
I got paper, gators, flavors you dig
They just hate how I live, the only time
They see me under the wing is I'm in the basement of my crib

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(I'm so bad!!!)