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 the slaughters, and slaughtered the slaughters who slaughtered
I target then spark and Pa you'll be of this target
artist to artist, J.R. is the hardest regardless
Put your faith in his hands, they'll be of plans
Admit, I did it standing in rain with a gram
Now I sliver and glitter, throw glaze on my hand
Shit! D12, even know the name of my band
Man I'm just superfly, two for five, the bake
Eight for eight, eight to eight, wait I'm great, haters
Cars come to paperchase, I've dealt with cake
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 wear none
I'm a pimp girl, get it your eardrums
No I'm not telling you you can get a pair from
I'm sicker the sicker, you sicker the sicker aint you
A in picture, just picture this picture I paint you
I'm swift the 5th when I it, it spit at an angle
You'll be stiffer than stiff, prick up sitting angels
I'm just me, jewelry, blue 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 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), movement shit (Yea)
That's the fact, a nap and get use to this (Yea)

[J.R.
Yo, I'm ice chained, rims, nice range, slice cain
Cop the pound, chop it down, rock in towns, pipe
I can do a price change (why?), but our pack is
I mean pass the Bronx, when I sell you Whiteplain
Look J is built, to let the .80
Gun brawl, One call, that'll get you haters
Snap, pop, sprayed and pilt, so friends just
here, I'm end for mills, and I aint talking baby milk
When I spray with the mag, you play in the glad
That mean lay in the bag, some haze that I had
Ho's I strip up in rags, shit
I talking periods when I say pussy stay in my pad
I amaze 'em "Dag", you aint a killer please
That aint no killer weed, them nick's are filled with
I hit the philippines, then cross river
Whole sea for a week, I dont feel a breeze
So I got Hefner's whores, some excellent jaw
the vet for sure, who want me to sex 'em raw
But I asked them more, some head 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, flavors you dig
They hate how I live, 'cause the only time
They see me under the wing is I'm in the basement of my crib

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(I'm so bad!!!)