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 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 we do it so show us some love

[Verse I - The
Fresh like, Impala, unnh
Chrome hyrdolics, 808
You don't want,
betta, run
When beef is on, I'll pop that,
get, some
Pistol grip,
If a nigga on my white Air, Ones
red, rum
Ready? I, come
Compton, unh
Dre me in the, slums
that skunk, one hand on my gun
I was sellin' rocks Master P. was sayin' "Unnnh"
Buck pass the
These G-Unit just wanna have, fun
and rum
Got weed on the
I'm bangin' with my up her dress like, unh
I'll make her cum, purple in my lungs
gang in the front 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 mang, a nigga's so paid
I have a straight bitch in the telly goin' both (Ah!)
Touch me, tease me, me, please me
I give it to ya how you like it, girl
You now with the best tre pound on my hip
on my chest
They say I'm no
I'm so hood
Rich do not want me around
'Cause might pop off, or when shit pop off
Somebody gon' get the fuck out
call me new money, say I have no class
I'm from the bottom, I came up too
The if I care, I'm just here to get my cash
ass bitches, you can kiss my ass

[Verse 3 - The
I put gold Daytonas on cherry six fo'
White walls so clean like I'm ridin' on Vogues
Hit one mane, that 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 with the best fo' pound on my hip
chain on my chest (Ah!)

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

5 - The Game]
You ready? I come
Call Lloyd and get this mafucka, crunk
It two, months
But 50 got it
with G-unit
Had like, "Huh?"
Don't try to
leave yo' ass, slumped
Thinkin' I'm a
Get your fuckin' head,
50 got a, gun

[Verse 6 - 50
Ready he come
sick, vendetta
To get this,
my Ba, retta
The dra-ma,
Sip Am-a,
My sounds, betta
Than
On I'm a savage
I
Any nigga to front on my clique (G-Unit!)