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

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

[J.R.
Yo, I'm ice chained, bright rims, range, slice cain
Cop the pound, chop it down, in towns, pipe game
I can do a price change (why?), but our pack is
I dont mean the Bronx, when I sell you Whiteplain
J is built, to let the .80 tilt
Gun brawl, One call, that'll get you killed
Snap, pop, sprayed and pilt, so just chill
Look here, I'm end for mills, and I aint talking milk
I spray with the mag, you will play in the glad
That mean lay in the bag, some haze that I had
I strip up in rags, serious shit
I aint talking 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, I dont feel a breeze
So I got Hefner's whores, some excellent jaw
the vet for sure, who want me to sex 'em raw
But I asked them more, some head in the bed
Then whoop the chickenhead right towards the exit
Just it my nig, you cant stay with the kid
I got paper, gators, many you dig
They just how I live, 'cause the only time
They see me under the wing is when I'm in the basement of my

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(I'm so bad!!!)