Luyện nghe bài hát How We Do

[Chorus - 50
is how we do
We make a move and act a while we up in the club
is how we do
Nobody do it like we do it so us some love
is how we do
We make a and act a fool while we up in the club
is how we do
Nobody do it like we do it so show us some

I - The Game]
Fresh like, Impala, unnh
Chrome hyrdolics, 808
You don't want,
betta, run
When is on, I'll pop that, trunk
get, some
Pistol grip,
If a step on my white Air, Ones
red, rum
Ready? Here I,
Compton, unh
Dre me in the, slums
Sellin' that skunk, one on my gun
I was sellin' when Master P. was sayin' "Unnnh"
Buck pass the
These G-Unit just wanna have, fun
and rum
Got weed on the
I'm bangin' with my up her dress like, unh
make her cum, purple haze in my lungs
Whole in the front in case a nigga wanna, stunt

[Verse 2 - 50
I put Lamborghini doors on that
Low pro so low like I'm on blades
In one year mang, a so paid
I have a straight bitch in the telly both ways (Ah!)
Touch me, tease me, kiss me, me
I give it to ya how you like it, girl
You now rockin' with the tre pound on my hip
on my chest
They say I'm no
I'm so hood
Rich folks do not want me
'Cause shit might pop off, or when pop off
Somebody get laid the fuck out
call me new money, say I have no class
I'm from the bottom, I came up too
The hell if I care, I'm just here to get my
ass bitches, you can kiss my ass

[Verse 3 - The
I put gold Daytonas on cherry six fo'
White walls so clean like I'm ridin' on Vogues
Hit one mane, that ass so low
Cali' got niggaz in New York on hundred spokes
Touch me, tease me, kiss me, me
I give it to ya how you like it, girl
You now with the best fo' pound on my hip
Gold chain on my (Ah!)

4 - 50 Cent]
50, unh
Bentley, unh
Em' came 'n gotta nigga out the, slum
Automatic, gun
Fuck a
We wrap up ya ass, stunt 'n ya done
Homie, Game time

5 - The Game]
You ready? Here I
Call Lloyd Banks and get mafucka, crunk
It two, months
But 50 got it
Signed G-unit
Had like, "Huh?"
Don't try to
leave yo' ass, slumped
Thinkin' I'm a
Get fuckin' head, lumped
50 got a, gun

[Verse 6 - 50
Ready he come
sick, vendetta
To get this,
my Ba, retta
The dra-ma,
Sip Am-a,
My sounds, betta
average
On I'm a savage
I
Any nigga tryin' to front on my (G-Unit!)