Luyện nghe bài hát Get Use to It

[Ice
If you try to get with me, a four and a fifty
your monkey ass up, like Bobby did Whitney
Trigger fingers get itchy, niggaz get bitchy
And need they story told on Jerry or Ricki
Pull your green in 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 bitches are
To ride around us right on time, bitch you know it's
Take a hit of the sticky, everybody get
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 love hickies
that don't go away 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 y'all get use to it
And y'all get use to it
And better get use to it
And better get use to it

[W.C.]
Barracuda with it, security
the dress code, I'm in a white T with jewelry
Hand to my side my nine, sat lyin' back
In the club with your baby in my lap
Lookin' fly I got a pocket full of stones
Pro fitted on, wearin' chronic
Big watch, big rocks, grip glocks, dick
What you niggaz thought, motherfucker this is Mob
Dub make the trigger knock, talk
I'll put additional air condition holes in your top
And got 'em gettin' low, I rich rolls
Swervin' on them MVP's, I 'em Kobe's cause they 24's
Still spittin' out sunflowers, Dub and Don
Bustin' more gun powder gun towers
Down South, can Screw it, it's the West, too truest
Keep the party jumpin' do it fluid and never lose it

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

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

- 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