Luyện nghe bài hát How We Do

[Chorus - 50
is how we do
We make a move and act a while we up in the club
is how we do
Nobody do it like we do it so show us love
is how we do
We make a move and act a fool we up in the club
is how we do
Nobody do it like we do it so show us love

I - The Game]
Fresh like, Impala, unnh
Chrome hyrdolics, 808
You don't want,
betta, run
When is on, I'll pop that, trunk
get, some
Pistol grip,
If a nigga step on my white Air,
red, rum
Ready? I, come
Compton, unh
Dre me in the, slums
that skunk, one hand on my gun
I was sellin' rocks when P. was sayin' "Unnnh"
Buck pass the
These girls just wanna have, fun
and rum
Got on the tongue
I'm with my hand up her dress like, unh
I'll make her cum, purple haze in my
Whole gang in the in case a nigga wanna, stunt

2 - 50 Cent]
I put doors on that Es-co-lade
Low pro so low like I'm riding on
In one year mang, a so paid
I a straight bitch in the telly goin' both ways (Ah!)
me, tease me, kiss me, please me
I give it to ya just how you it, girl
You now with the best tre pound on my hip
Teflon on my
say I'm no good
'Cause I'm so
folks do not want me around
'Cause shit might pop off, or when pop off
Somebody get laid the fuck out
They call me new money, say I no class
I'm the bottom, I came up too fast
The if I care, I'm just here to get my cash
Bougie ass bitches, you can my ass

[Verse 3 - The
I put gold Daytonas on that six fo'
White walls so it's like I'm ridin' on Vogues
Hit one mane, that ass so low
Cali' got niggaz in New York ridin' on hundred
Touch me, tease me, me, please me
I give it to ya how you like it, girl
You now rockin' with the fo' pound on my hip
Gold chain on my (Ah!)

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

[Verse 5 - The
You Here I come
Call Lloyd Banks and get this mafucka,
It two, months
But 50 got it
with G-unit
Had like, "Huh?"
try to front
I'll yo' ass, slumped
I'm a punk
Get your fuckin' head,
50 got a, gun

6 - 50 Cent]
Ready he come
sick, vendetta
To get this,
my Ba, retta
The dra-ma,
Sip Am-a,
My flow sounds,
Than
On tracks I'm a
I
Any tryin' to front on my clique (G-Unit!)