Luyện nghe bài hát I Don't Know What

This is how we do it, we do it...
is how we do it, when we do it...
This is how we do it, we do it...
This is how we do it, we do it...

Doesn't it feel good to see us money?
good like everyday's sunny
Feel good see us takin
it feel good to see us ball?
And can't take it from us at all
And if you agree that we won't sing "la da di da da di da di da di da"

[Verse 1:
Back at'cha, it's the thug with the most droppin more Thuggish on ya
Krayzie keepin it flaming, so it's fire for ya
Water, don't none let it burn
Let it be known that it's my turn, let 'em
Be concerned with words I got
Whatever they sayin about the Line, we kill 'em
'Cause I got up and I got mine don't I'm trippin
Really left niggaz to handle business
They understand I'm in it to win it
Thug out with a crowd of criminals and killers
So pump your if ya feel it, hear me
We in it to keep it the
With my remige, team, coming to kill something
Close to 30 sold and still thuggin, still strugglin
Wassup with Gotta keep it real, so I tell them I don't know
Can't think no more excuses niggaz don't show
We came up poor, and I'm not going back to poor, no!

[Verse 2:
For the love of money, I keep it
Just thuggin back in the ghetto
Sleep in the PJ's they let me so I love 'em
By keepin it real, givin 'em that they can feel
Like hustlin need more a mil
Like how to make it on these and not be killed before you get grown
Let a nigga go on he chose to live his life wrong
All I know is is already short
And you can your non-exsistance closer if you want
Trust me, you nigga, live on, get'cha thug on (thug on)
Make you some cheese, get some and go get your buzz on
But must of all you gotta sucka-free, them bustas out ya mix
That go for anything you do and they go all to jail, I trip
I share a hater to the side, devil ass
Always fuckin up my vibe, right now, nigga
You done meet Krayzie Bone, you meet Leatherface
And I don't you wanna though, no!

[Verse 3:
My nigga, your ears and fuck what you heard (heard)
'Cause it's about they bullshit they be talkin,
Niggaz in my business they my bitches, got me hot (so hot, hot, hot, hot)
Run up, touch me, get burned,
Said they saw me at the Source out on the floor, (what?)
Chickenhead bitch from Miami said we was when the war popped
Hoe stop, you don't know none rollin with me
What shut you puff? My hold on the B
For most of them niggaz they peace when we meet
Like we be hearin what they be saying on the streets
So we gotta the heat
if you want, but keep it to a mumble
Speak than a whisper, oh and we gonna get'cha
Y'all Don't Know Me, ain't that what I told
Hope they knowin these pistols that we toat, jokin
Naw nigga, we for in the field
Believe what you want, but you suckas the deal