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 who fathered
I slaughtered the slaughters, and slaughtered the slaughters who
I target then spark and Pa you'll be 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 from standing in rain with a
Now I sliver and glitter, Jacob glaze on my hand
Shit! D12, dont even the name of my band
Man I'm superfly, two for five, bake the bake
Eight for eight, eight to eight, wait I'm great, hate
Cars come to paperchase, I've with major cake
Ever Jake the Snake, all I rock was Babe and Ape's
yea hun, does them old Air 1's
Sneaks crispy, $350, you aint wear none
I'm a girl, get it through your eardrums
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 picture I paint you
I'm swift the 5th when I grip it, it at an angle
You'll be stiffer than stiff, up sitting with angels
I'm just 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 truancy
So me my respect, I'm the best, true indeed

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

[J.R.
Yo, I'm ice chained, bright rims, nice range, slice
Cop the pound, chop it down, rock in towns, pipe
I can do a price change (why?), but our pack is
I dont mean pass the Bronx, when I sell you
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 talking baby milk
When I spray the mag, you will play in the glad
That mean lay in the bag, some haze that I had
Ho's I up in rags, serious shit
I aint talking periods I say pussy stay in my pad
I amaze 'em like "Dag", you aint a killer
That aint no killer weed, them nick's are filled with
I hit the philippines, then cross river
Whole sea for a week, I dont feel a breeze
So I got Hefner's whores, with some jaw
Like the vet for sure, who me to sex 'em raw
But I asked more, give some head in the bed
Then whoop the chickenhead right towards the door
Just face it my nig, you cant stay the kid
I got paper, gators, many you dig
They just hate how I live, 'cause the time
They see me under the wing is I'm in the basement of my crib

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(I'm so bad!!!)