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 the slaughters, and slaughtered the slaughters who slaughtered
I target then spark and Pa 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, dont even know the of my band
Man I'm superfly, two for five, bake the bake
for eight, eight to eight, wait I'm great, haters hate
Cars come to paperchase, I've dealt with major
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 never none
I'm a pimp girl, get it through your
No I'm not you where you can get a pair from
I'm the sicker, you sicker the sicker then aint you
A picture in picture, just picture this picture I 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 doing me, jewelry, blue in beads
Pinch it Pa, it's J.R., hard, soon you'll see
Act a fool, we'll take you back to like truancy
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), your 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, rock in towns, game
I can do a price (why?), but our pack is crunk
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 killed
Snap, pop, and pilt, so friends just chill
here, I'm end for mills, and I aint talking baby milk
When I spray with the mag, you will in the glad
That mean lay in the bag, like haze that I had
Ho's I strip up in rags, serious
I aint talking periods I say pussy stay in my pad
I amaze 'em like "Dag", you aint a please
That aint no weed, them nick's are filled with seeds
I hit the philippines, cross river seas
sea for a week, where I dont feel a breeze
So I got Hefner's whores, with some jaw
the vet for sure, who want me to sex 'em raw
But I asked them more, give head in the bed
Then whoop the chickenhead right towards the door
Just face it my nig, you cant with the kid
I got paper, gators, flavors you dig
They hate how I live, 'cause the only time
see me under the wing is when I'm in the basement of my crib

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(I'm so bad!!!)