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 the fathers who fathered
I slaughtered the slaughters, and the slaughters who slaughtered
I then spark and Pa you'll be part of this target
From to artist, J.R. is the hardest regardless
Put your faith in his hands, they'll be of plans
Admit, I did it from standing in rain a gram
Now I and glitter, Jacob throw glaze on my hand
Shit! D12, dont know the name of my band
Man I'm just superfly, two for five, the bake
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
yea hun, does them old Air 1's
Sneaks crispy, $350, you 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 sicker the then aint you
A picture in picture, just picture picture I paint you
I'm swift the 5th when I grip it, it spit at an
You'll be stiffer than stiff, up sitting with angels
I'm just me, jewelry, blue in beads
it Pa, it's J.R., hitting hard, soon you'll see
Act a fool, take you back to school like truancy
So give me my respect, I'm the best, 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), your movement (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, it down, rock in towns, pipe game
I can do a price change (why?), but our pack is
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 friends just
Look here, I'm end for mills, and I aint baby 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 aint talking periods I say pussy stay in my pad
I 'em like "Dag", you aint a killer please
That aint no weed, them 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 whores, with some excellent jaw
Like the vet for sure, who me to sex 'em raw
But I asked them more, give some in the bed
Then the chickenhead right towards the exit door
Just face it my nig, you 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 wing is I'm in the basement of my crib

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(I'm so bad!!!)