Luyện nghe bài hát Get Use to It

[Ice
If you try to get me, pull a four and a fifty
Fuck your monkey ass up, like did Whitney
fingers get itchy, when niggaz get bitchy
And they need they story on Jerry or Ricki
Pull your green in your iffy, I'm clean and I'm
If they lock me up today I'll be in a jiffy
All my that's with me, all my bitches are picky
To ride around us 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 where I am, come get me
I'm a man not a Mickey, all my niggaz hickies
don't go away 'til you're well in your sixties
All I'm wearin' is Dickies, try to evict me
When we come to we gon' re-open Nikki's

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

[W.C.]
Barracuda with it, call
Fuck the dress code, I'm in a T with jewelry
Hand to my side with my nine, sat lyin'
In the club your baby mama in my lap
Lookin' fly like I got a full of stones
Pro fitted on, wearin' chronic
Big watch, big rocks, glocks, dick guap
What you niggaz thought, this is Lench Mob
Dub make the knock, talk shit
I'll put additional air condition holes in Bentley top
And shorty got 'em low, I rich rolls
Swervin' on them MVP's, I call 'em Kobe's cause 24's
Still out sunflowers, Dub and Don Dadda
Bustin' gun powder than gun towers
Down South, y'all can Screw it, it's the West, too
Keep the party like do it fluid and never lose it

- 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

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

- X2]
And better get use to it
And better get use to it
And better get use to it
And better get use to it