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 you'll be part of 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 standing in rain with a gram
Now I sliver and glitter, Jacob throw on my hand
Shit! D12, dont even know the name of my
Man I'm just superfly, two for five, bake the
Eight for eight, to eight, wait I'm great, haters hate
Cars come to paperchase, I've dealt major cake
Ever since Jake the Snake, all I rock was and Ape's
Ouhh yea hun, them old Air 1's
crispy, $350, you aint never wear none
I'm a girl, get it through your eardrums
No I'm not telling you where you can get a pair
I'm sicker the sicker, you the sicker then aint you
A in picture, just picture this picture I paint you
I'm swift the 5th I grip it, it spit at an angle
be stiffer than stiff, prick up sitting with angels
I'm just doing me, jewelry, in beads
Pinch it Pa, it's J.R., hitting hard, soon see
Act a fool, we'll take you back to school truancy
So give me my respect, I'm the best, true

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

[J.R.
Yo, I'm ice chained, bright rims, nice range, slice
Cop the pound, chop it down, in towns, pipe game
I can do a price change (why?), but our is crunk
I dont 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 just chill
Look here, I'm end for mills, and I aint baby milk
When I spray with the mag, you will play in the
That mean lay in the bag, like some 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 like "Dag", you aint a killer
That aint no killer weed, nick's are filled with seeds
I hit the philippines, then cross seas
Whole sea for a week, where I feel 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, give some in the bed
Then whoop the right towards the exit door
Just face it my nig, you cant with the kid
I got paper, gators, many you dig
They just hate how I live, the only time
They see me the wing is when I'm in the basement of my crib

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(I'm so bad!!!)