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 the slaughters, and slaughtered 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 faith in his hands, they'll be changing of plans
Admit, I did it from standing in with a gram
Now I and glitter, Jacob throw glaze on my hand
Shit! D12, even know the name of my band
Man I'm just superfly, two for five, the bake
for eight, eight to eight, wait I'm great, haters hate
Cars come to paperchase, I've dealt with cake
Ever since Jake the Snake, all I was Babe and Ape's
Ouhh yea hun, does old Air 1's
crispy, $350, you aint never wear none
I'm a pimp girl, get it 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, 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, J.R., hitting hard, soon you'll see
Act a fool, we'll take you back to school like
So me my respect, I'm the best, true indeed

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the Dip (Please)
We moving (Move)
We the truth, we the proof, get use to (Yup)
Our movement sick (Yea), 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, 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 the Bronx, when I sell you Whiteplain
Look J is built, to let the .80
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 talking baby milk
When I spray with the mag, you will in the glad
That lay in the bag, like some haze that I had
Ho's I strip up in rags, serious
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 with seeds
I hit the philippines, then cross river
Whole sea for a week, I dont 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 head in the bed
Then whoop the chickenhead right towards the exit
Just face it my nig, you cant with the kid
I got paper, gators, flavors you dig
They just hate how I live, 'cause the time
They see me under the is when I'm in the basement of my crib

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(I'm so bad!!!)