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

Doesn't it feel to see us make money?
Feel good like sunny
Feel see us takin off?
Doesn't it feel to see us ball?
And they take it from us at all
And if you that we won't fall sing "la da di da da di da di da di da"

1: Krayzie]
Back at'cha, it's the thug with the most droppin more Ruggish on ya
Krayzie it flaming, so indeed 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 the Line, we better kill 'em
'Cause I got up and I got mine mean I'm trippin
Really left behind to handle business
They don't I'm in it to win it
Thug out with a crowd of criminals and killers
So your fists if ya feel it, hear me
We in it to it the realest
my remige, Thugline team, coming to kill something
Close to 30 sold and still thuggin, still strugglin
Wassup with Bone? keep it real, so I tell them I don't know
Can't think no more excuses when niggaz show
We came up from poor, and I'm not back to poor, no!

[Verse 2:
For the love of money, I it funky
Just thuggin down in the ghetto
Sleep in the PJ's let me so I love 'em back
By keepin it real, givin 'em shit that can feel
Like hustlin more than 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 is life is already short
And you can bring non-exsistance closer if you want
Trust me, you don't nigga, live on, thug on (thug on)
you some cheese, get some weed 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 go all to jail, I don't trip
I a hater to the side, devil ass nigga
Always fuckin up my vibe, that's now, nigga
You meet Krayzie Bone, you ain't meet Leatherface
And I don't you wanna though, no!

[Verse 3:
My nigga, cover your ears and fuck you heard (heard)
'Cause it's about they they be talkin, why?
Niggaz in my like 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?)
bitch from Miami said we was runnin when the war popped
Hoe stop, you don't know none nigga with me
What shut you My niggaz hold on the B
For most of them niggaz want peace when we meet
Like we ain't be hearin what be saying on the streets
So we gotta bring the
Speak if you want, but keep it to a
Speak louder than a whisper, oh and we gonna
Y'all Don't Know Me, ain't that what I 'em?
they knowin these pistols real's that we toat, jokin
Naw nigga, we for real in the
what you want, but you suckas know the deal