Luyện nghe bài hát Get Use to It

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

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

[W.C.]
with it, call security
Fuck the code, I'm in a white T with jewelry
Hand to my side with my nine, sat back
In the club with your baby in my lap
fly like I got a pocket full of stones
Pro fitted on, wearin' cologne
Big watch, big rocks, glocks, dick guap
What you thought, motherfucker this is Lench Mob
Dub make the trigger knock, shit
I'll put additional air condition in your Bentley top
And shorty got 'em low, I rich rolls
Swervin' on MVP's, I call 'em Kobe's cause they 24's
spittin' out sunflowers, Dub and Don Dadda
Bustin' more gun powder than gun
South, y'all can Screw it, it's the West, too truest
Keep the jumpin' like do it fluid and never lose it

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

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

- 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