Luyện nghe bài hát How We Do (Remix) ft Tupac And Eazy E

(Eazy E)

DJ STEVE!!

Aww Yea
lets a trip
just sit back and a spliff
this and dont slip
on a funky track
jump
strapped the fat buddha sac
and a '78 lac
oh
gangsta
i got
bud
i serve
it aint no thang
i hang OG
playas set trip
or you might get what we call a rat
i dont slack when it come to
i get real g to a gangsta beat
its so sweet when you got to spend
i got a proper big tilt 'n' a fly big
i ends
my dough
oh no fo
how it is
and how it go
act you know
when i creep real
love to the playas that i know is real

(2Pac)

ever since a was a seed
Only thing to me was the penitentiary
still
Ridin on these niggaz they lame
In a '61
heavy in this game
can you me
Blame it on my
Im a thug
Up the sun rise
quicker than the dealers
Tell me if on
nigga then we to bomb
Bust on bitch-made niggaz hit em up
WESTSIDE!!!
Ain't love me as a broke nigga
Finger on the
Lord forgive me if I niggaz
I love my females
fuckin from the back
I get my in stacks
where I'm at ridin'
Passed by while these wonder why
I got shot and die
let em see whos to try
Did I cry
hell nah nigga tear
for all my in the pen
many peers
Niggaz ballin

(Hook){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 like we do it so us some love

(2Pac)
Now everybody see us dead
Two murdered on the front
shot to
to the head
Niggaz holla out my
and its to rain
Mothafuckas know Im
so they runnin to they

Swoop down with my nigga from the
{Eazy}dont give a
would you coward now

Keep
ain't worried bout
Busters we was frontin
so reload and keep

(Eazy E)

dump on fools with a
and they got no cure for sickness
i get
for the way that i kick
a G'sta
an Whos Dat?}
a playa named Eazy
and i live my straight crazy
dont need no punk-fools me
and broke groupies and dont faze me
i take two steps and release myself
to put platinum and gold on a record
i dont
but i tellem like it up iz
befo you do a record handle the bizness
and get caught slippin on the under
or you might
up on them ends G
i call a
a and get payed
G
the way
so i give to em

(The Game)

I put Daytonas on that Cherry 64
White walls so clean looks like Im on bolbs
Hit one mayne
ass so low
Cali got niggas in New York on hundred spokes
Touch me tease me me please me
I give it to ya just how you like it
Your now rockin with the fo' pound on my hip
Gold on my chest (Ah!)

(50 Cent)

50 uh
uh
Em came n gotta fresh out the slum
gun
fuck em
We up ya punk ass stunt ya done
its Game time

(The Game)
ready? Here I
Call Lloyd and get this motherfucker crunk
It two, months
But Fifty got it
Signed with
Had niggas "huh?"
Dont try to
I'll leave yo ass
Im a punk
Get your head lumped
got a gun

(50 Cent)

Ready here he
sick ven-detta
To get che-dda
wit my
The
Sip
My flow betta
Than
On tracks Im a
I
Any tryin to front on my clique (G-Unit!)