Luyện nghe bài hát How We Do

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

[Verse I - The
Fresh like, unhh; Impala,
Chrome hyrdolics, 808
You want, none
betta, run
When beef is on, pop that, trunk
Come get,
Pistol grip,
If a nigga step on my Air, Ones
red, rum
Ready? Here I,
Compton, unh
Dre found me in the,
Sellin' that skunk, one on my gun
I was sellin' rocks when P. was sayin' "Unnnh"
pass the blunt
These girls just wanna have, fun
and rum
Got on the tongue
I'm bangin' my hand up her dress like, unh
I'll make her cum, purple haze in my
Whole gang in the front in a nigga wanna, stunt

2 - 50 Cent]
I put Lamborghini doors on that
Low pro so low like I'm on blades
In one mang, a nigga's so paid
I have a straight bitch in the goin' both ways (Ah!)
Touch me, me, kiss me, please me
I it to ya just how you like it, girl
You now rockin' with the best tre on my hip
on my chest
They say I'm no
'Cause I'm so
folks do not want me around
'Cause shit might pop off, or shit pop off
Somebody gon' get laid the out
They call me new money, say I no class
I'm from the bottom, I up too fast
The hell if I care, I'm just to get my cash
ass bitches, you can kiss my ass

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

4 - 50 Cent]
50, unh
Bentley, unh
Em' came 'n gotta fresh out the, slum
Automatic, gun
Fuck a
We wrap up ya punk ass, 'n ya done
Homie, it's Game

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

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