Luyện nghe bài hát How We Do

[Chorus - 50
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
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

I - The Game]
Fresh like, Impala, unnh
Chrome hyrdolics, 808
You don't want,
betta, run
When beef is on, pop that, trunk
Come get,
grip, pump
If a nigga step on my white Air,
red, rum
Ready? I, come
Compton, unh
Dre me in the, slums
that skunk, one hand on my gun
I was sellin' rocks when P. was sayin' "Unnnh"
Buck the blunt
G-Unit girls just wanna have, fun
and rum
Got on the tongue
I'm bangin' with my hand up her like, unh
I'll make her cum, purple haze in my
Whole gang in the in case a nigga wanna, stunt

[Verse 2 - 50
I put Lamborghini 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, me, kiss me, please me
I it to ya just how you like it, girl
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 shit pop off, or when shit pop off
gon' get laid the fuck out
They call me new money, say I no class
I'm the bottom, I came up too fast
The hell if I care, I'm just here to get my
Bougie ass bitches, you can my ass

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

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

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

6 - 50 Cent]
Ready here he
sick, vendetta
To get this,
my Ba, retta
The dra-ma,
Sip Am-a,
My flow sounds,
average
On tracks I'm a
I
Any tryin' to front on my clique (G-Unit!)