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 fathered the fathers who
I the slaughters, and slaughtered the slaughters who slaughtered
I target then spark and Pa be part of this target
From artist to artist, J.R. is the hardest
Put your faith in his hands, be changing of plans
Admit, I did it standing in rain with a gram
Now I sliver and glitter, Jacob throw glaze on my
Shit! D12, dont know 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 with major cake
Ever since Jake the Snake, all I was Babe and Ape's
yea hun, does them old Air 1's
Sneaks crispy, $350, you never wear none
I'm a pimp girl, get it through your
No I'm not you where you can get a pair from
I'm sicker the sicker, you sicker the sicker aint you
A picture in picture, just picture this I paint you
I'm the 5th when I grip it, it spit at an angle
You'll be stiffer stiff, prick up sitting with angels
I'm just doing me, jewelry, in beads
Pinch it Pa, it's J.R., hard, soon you'll see
Act a fool, we'll take you back to school like
So me my respect, I'm the best, true indeed

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the Dip (Please)
We moving (Move)
We the truth, we the proof, get use to (Yup)
Our movement sick (Yea), your 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 mean pass the Bronx, when I sell you Whiteplain
Look J is built, to let the .80
Gun brawl, One call, that'll get you haters
Snap, pop, sprayed and pilt, so friends 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
Ho's I strip up in rags, shit
I talking periods when I say pussy stay in my pad
I amaze 'em like "Dag", you aint a please
That aint no weed, them nick's are filled 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 some 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, flavors you dig
They just hate how I live, 'cause the only
They see me under the is when I'm in the basement of my crib

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(I'm so bad!!!)