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 the slaughters who slaughtered
I target then spark and Pa you'll be part of this
From artist to artist, J.R. is the regardless
Put faith in his hands, they'll be changing of plans
Admit, I did it standing in rain with a gram
Now I sliver and glitter, throw glaze on my hand
Shit! D12, dont know the name of my band
Man I'm superfly, two for five, bake the bake
Eight for eight, to eight, wait I'm great, haters hate
come to paperchase, I've dealt with major cake
Ever since Jake the Snake, all I was Babe and Ape's
Ouhh yea hun, does old Air 1's
Sneaks crispy, $350, you aint wear none
I'm a pimp girl, get it your eardrums
No I'm not telling you where you can get a from
I'm sicker the sicker, you sicker the then aint you
A picture in picture, picture this picture I paint you
I'm swift the 5th when I grip it, it spit at an
You'll be stiffer than stiff, prick up sitting angels
I'm just doing me, jewelry, blue in
it Pa, it's J.R., hitting hard, soon you'll see
Act a fool, we'll take you 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, rims, nice range, slice cain
Cop the pound, chop it down, in towns, pipe game
I can do a price (why?), but our pack is crunk
I dont mean pass the Bronx, I sell you Whiteplain
Look J is built, to let the .80
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 talking baby milk
When I spray the mag, you will play in the glad
That mean lay in the bag, like some haze I had
Ho's I strip up in rags, shit
I aint periods when I say pussy stay in my pad
I amaze 'em like "Dag", you aint a please
That aint no killer weed, 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, some excellent jaw
the vet for sure, who want me to sex 'em raw
But I asked more, give some head in the bed
Then whoop the right towards the exit door
Just it my nig, you cant stay with the kid
I got paper, gators, flavors you dig
just hate how I live, 'cause 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!!!)