Luyện nghe bài hát Get Use to It

[Ice
If you try to get with me, pull a and a fifty
Fuck your monkey ass up, Bobby did Whitney
Trigger fingers get itchy, when get bitchy
And they need story told on Jerry or Ricki
Pull your in your iffy, I'm clean and I'm spiffy
If lock me up today I'll be back in a jiffy
All my niggaz that's with me, all my are picky
To ride us right on time, bitch you know it's tricky
a hit of the sticky, everybody get tipsy
When we hittin' that whiskey, all my get pissy
fuck with no sissy, all we bumpin' is missy
If you know I am, motherfucker come get me
I'm a man not a Mickey, all my niggaz hickies
that don't go 'til you're well in your sixties
All I'm wearin' is Dickies, try to evict me
When we come to Atlanta we gon' re-open

- X2]
And better get use to it
And better get use to it
And better get use to it
And y'all get use to it

[W.C.]
Barracuda with it, call
the dress code, I'm in a white T with jewelry
Hand to my side with my nine, sat back
In the with your baby mama in my lap
Lookin' fly like I got a pocket of stones
Pro fitted on, wearin' chronic
Big watch, big rocks, grip glocks, dick
What you niggaz thought, this is Lench Mob
Dub make the trigger knock, talk
I'll put air condition holes in your Bentley top
And shorty got 'em gettin' low, I rich
Swervin' on them MVP's, I call 'em cause they 24's
Still out sunflowers, Dub and Don Dadda
Bustin' more gun powder gun towers
Down South, y'all can Screw it, it's the West, too
Keep the party jumpin' like do it fluid and lose it

- X2]
And y'all get use to it
And better get use to it
And y'all get use to it
And better get use to it

[The
Who my gangsta rap (Ice Cube) Nigga you better know it
It's the Don Dadda Jr. motherfuckin' poet
Sit back and take notes while I like hundred spokes
My is razor sharp, I'm comin' straight for your throat
With West Coast, gangbang, watch him when his chain hang
East Coast, Down South, niggaz do the same
Throw up dubs like Wu-Tang, who bang
harder than that nigga through your hood with two chains
Swangin' like his nuts, 'cause he don't give a
Bout no nigga that ain't bangin' in no khakis or some
It's that Westside, Connect'd with
nigga who flow so
He a hundred thousand on his necklace, I'll bet this
motherfuckin' ain't got shit after me
Ain't have before Cube except a W.C.
The Maad Circle is back, with mad in fact
I'm bout to join the Mob, that's me
the mac, motherfuckers

- X2]
And y'all get use to it
And better get use to it
And better get use to it
And better get use to it