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 slaughtered the slaughters, and the slaughters who slaughtered
I target then spark and Pa you'll be of this target
From artist to artist, J.R. is the regardless
Put your faith in his hands, they'll be changing of
Admit, I did it from standing in rain 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, the bake
Eight for eight, eight to eight, wait I'm great, hate
Cars come to paperchase, I've dealt with cake
since Jake the Snake, all I rock was Babe and Ape's
Ouhh yea hun, 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 telling you where you can get a pair
I'm sicker the sicker, you sicker the sicker then you
A picture in picture, picture this picture I paint you
I'm swift the 5th I grip it, it spit at an angle
You'll be than 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, take you back to school like 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 (Yea), your movement shit (Yea)
the fact, have 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, game
I can do a price change (why?), but our is crunk
I dont mean pass the Bronx, I sell you Whiteplain
J is built, to let the .80 tilt
Gun brawl, One call, get you haters killed
Snap, pop, sprayed and pilt, so friends chill
Look here, I'm end for mills, and I aint talking baby
When I spray with the mag, you play in the glad
That mean lay in the bag, like haze that I had
Ho's I strip up in rags, shit
I aint talking when I say pussy stay in my pad
I amaze 'em like "Dag", you aint a please
That aint no killer weed, them nick's are filled seeds
I hit the philippines, then cross river
Whole sea for a week, where I 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 them more, give some head in the bed
Then the chickenhead right towards the exit door
Just it my nig, you cant stay with the kid
I got paper, gators, flavors you dig
They just hate how I live, the only time
They see me under the wing is when I'm in the of my crib

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(I'm so bad!!!)