Luyện nghe bài hát How We Do The Game

is how we do
We make a move and act a while we up in the club
is how we do
Nobody do it we do it so show us some love
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 us some love

like, unhh; Impala, unnh
Chrome hyrdolics, 808
You want, none
betta, run
When beef is on, I'll pop that,
Come get,
grip, pump
If a step on my white Air, Ones
red, rum
Ready I, come
Compton, unh
Dre found me in the,
that skunk, one hand on my gun
I was sellin rocks when P was sayin "Unnnh"
Buck the blunt
These girls just wanna have, fun
and rum
Got on the ton
I'm bangin my hand up her dress like, unh
I'll her cum, purple haze in my lungs
Whole gang in the front in case a wanna, stunt

I put doors on that Es-ca-lade
Low pro so look like I'm on blades
In one mang, a nigga's so paid
I have a straight bitch in the goin both ways (Ah!)
Touch me, me, kiss me, please me
I give it to ya just how you like it,
You know I'm rockin with the tre pound on my hip
on my chest
They say I'm no
Cuz I'm so
folks do not want me around
Cuz shit might pop off, and if pop off
gon' get laid the fuck out
They me new money, say I have no class
I'm from the bottom, I up too fast
The hell if I care, I'm here to get my cash
ass bitches, you can kiss my ass

is how we do
We make a move and act a fool we up in the club
is how we do
Nobody do it we do it so show us some 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 love

I put gold Daytonas on that Cherry
White walls so clean it's like I'm riding on
Hit one switch mang, ass so low
Cali got niggaz in New York on hundred spokes
Touch me, tease me, me, please me
I give it to ya just how you like it,
You know I'm with the best fo' pound on my hip
Gold chain on my (Ah!)

50, unh
Bentley, unh
Em came 'n gotta nigga fresh out the,
Automatic, gun
Fuck 'em
We wrap up ya punk ass, stunt 'n ya
Homie, it's time

You ready? I come
Call Lloyd Banks and get this motherfucker,
It two, months
But Fifty got it
with G-unit
Had like, "huh?"
try to front
I'll leave yo' ass,
I'm a punk
Get fuckin head, lumped
got a, gun
(50 Cent)
Ready he come
Gotta sick,
To get this,
Meet my Ba,
The dra-ma,
Sip Am-a,
My flow sounds,
Than
On tracks I'm a
I
Any nigga tryin' to front on my (G-Unit!)