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 like we do it so show us love
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 some

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

[Verse 2 - 50
I put doors on that Es-co-lade
Low pro so low like I'm on blades
In one year mang, a nigga's so
I a straight bitch in the telly goin' both ways (Ah!)
Touch me, tease me, me, please me
I it to ya just how you like it, girl
You now rockin' with the best tre on my hip
Teflon on my
They say I'm no
I'm so hood
Rich folks do not want me
'Cause shit might pop off, or shit pop off
Somebody gon' get the fuck out
They me new money, say I have no class
I'm from the bottom, I up too fast
The hell if I care, I'm here 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 clean like I'm ridin' on Vogues
Hit one switch mane, ass so low
got niggaz in New York ridin' on hundred spokes
Touch me, tease me, me, please me
I give it to ya how you like it, girl
You now rockin' the best fo' pound on my hip
Gold chain on my (Ah!)

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

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

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