Luyện nghe bài hát How We Do

[Chorus - 50
is how we do
We make a move and act a fool while we up in the
is how we do
Nobody do it like we do it so show us love
is how we do
We a move 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, unhh; Impala,
Chrome hyrdolics, 808
You want, none
betta, run
When is on, I'll pop that, trunk
Come get,
grip, pump
If a nigga step on my Air, Ones
red, rum
Ready? I, come
Compton, unh
Dre me in the, slums
that skunk, one hand on my gun
I was sellin' rocks when Master P. was "Unnnh"
Buck the blunt
These G-Unit just wanna have, fun
and rum
Got on the tongue
I'm with my hand up her dress like, unh
I'll make her cum, purple in my lungs
Whole gang in the front in case a nigga wanna,

2 - 50 Cent]
I put doors on that Es-co-lade
Low pro so low I'm riding on blades
In one year mang, a nigga's so
I have a straight in the telly goin' both ways (Ah!)
Touch me, tease me, me, please me
I give it to ya just how you like it,
You now rockin' the best tre pound on my hip
on my chest
They say I'm no
I'm so hood
Rich folks do not me around
'Cause might pop off, or when shit pop off
Somebody get laid the fuck out
They call me new money, say I no class
I'm from the bottom, I up too fast
The if I care, I'm just here to get my cash
ass bitches, you can kiss my ass

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

[Verse 4 - 50
50, unh
Bentley, unh
Em' came 'n nigga fresh out the, slum
Automatic, gun
a one-on-one
We wrap up ya punk ass, 'n ya done
Homie, it's time

[Verse 5 - The
You ready? Here I
Call Banks and get this mafucka, crunk
It two, months
But 50 got it
with G-unit
Had like, "Huh?"
try to front
I'll yo' ass, slumped
I'm a punk
Get your head, lumped
50 got a, gun

[Verse 6 - 50
here he come
Gotta sick,
To get this,
my Ba, retta
The dra-ma,
Sip Am-a,
My flow sounds,
Than
On I'm a savage
I
Any tryin' to front on my clique (G-Unit!)