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 the starters, and fathered the fathers 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 a gram
Now I sliver and glitter, Jacob throw glaze on my
Shit! D12, dont even know the of my band
Man I'm just superfly, two for five, the bake
Eight for eight, eight to eight, I'm great, haters hate
Cars come to paperchase, I've dealt with major
Ever since the Snake, all I rock was Babe and Ape's
Ouhh yea hun, does old Air 1's
Sneaks crispy, $350, you aint never wear
I'm a pimp girl, get it through your
No I'm not telling you you can get a pair from
I'm the sicker, you sicker the sicker then aint you
A picture in picture, just this picture I paint you
I'm swift the 5th when I it, it spit at an angle
You'll be stiffer stiff, prick up sitting with angels
I'm just doing me, jewelry, blue in
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, true

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the Dip (Please)
We moving (Move)
We the truth, we the proof, get use to (Yup)
Our sick (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, cain
Cop the pound, chop it down, rock in towns, game
I can do a price (why?), but our pack is crunk
I mean pass the Bronx, when I sell you Whiteplain
J is built, to let the .80 tilt
Gun brawl, One call, that'll get you haters
Snap, pop, and pilt, so friends just 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 lay in the bag, like some 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 a killer please
That no killer weed, them nick's are filled with seeds
I hit the philippines, then cross river
Whole sea for a week, where I dont 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 them more, give some in the bed
Then whoop the chickenhead right the exit door
Just face it my nig, you cant with the kid
I got paper, gators, many 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!!!)