Luyện nghe bài hát I Don't Know What

This is how we do it, we do it...
This is how we do it, 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 good to see us money?
Feel good like everyday's
Feel see us takin off?
Doesn't it feel to see us ball?
And they can't 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"

1: Krayzie]
Back at'cha, it's the thug with the most droppin Thuggish Ruggish on ya
Krayzie keepin it flaming, so indeed it's for ya
Water, don't need none let it
Let it be known it's my turn, let 'em turn
Be concerned with words I got
Whatever they about the Line, we better kill 'em
'Cause I got up and I got mine mean I'm trippin
Really left niggaz to handle business
They understand I'm in it to win it
Thug out a crowd full of criminals and killers
So your fists if ya feel it, hear me
We in it to it the realest
With my remige, Thugline team, 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 don't
We up from poor, and I'm not going 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 they let me so I 'em back
By keepin it real, givin 'em that they can feel
Like hustlin need more a mil
Like how to make it on these streets and not be killed before you get
Let a nigga go on 'cause he chose to live his life
All I know is is already short
And you can your non-exsistance closer if you want
Trust me, you don't nigga, live on, thug on (thug on)
Make you some cheese, get some weed and go get your on
But must of all you stay sucka-free, them bustas out ya mix
That go for you do and they go all to jail, I don't trip
I share a hater to the side, devil ass
Always fuckin up my vibe, right 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 what you (heard)
'Cause it's they bullshit they be talkin, why?
Niggaz in my like they my bitches, got me hot (so hot, hot, hot, hot)
Run up, me, get burned, nigga
Said saw me at the Source out on the floor, dropped (what?)
Chickenhead bitch from Miami said we was runnin the war popped
Hoe stop, you know none nigga rollin with me
What you puff? My niggaz hold on the B
For of them niggaz they want peace when we meet
Like we be hearin what they be saying on the streets
So we gotta bring the
Speak if you want, but 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 'em?
Hope they knowin pistols real's that we toat, jokin
Naw nigga, we for in the field
Believe you want, but you suckas know the deal