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

(Eazy E)

DJ STEVE!!

Aww Yea
lets take a
just sit and light a spliff
with this and slip
on a funky track
jump
strapped with the fat sac
and a '78 lac
oh
lean
i got
bud
i doves
like it aint no
i with 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 slow
givin love to the playas that i know is

(2Pac)

ever since a was a seed
Only thing to me was the penitentiary
still
Ridin on these niggaz cause lame
In a '61
still heavy in this
can you me
Blame it on my
Im a nigga
Up the sun rise
quicker than the drug
Tell me if on
nigga we first to bomb
Bust on these bitch-made hit em up
WESTSIDE!!!
Ain't nobody me as a broke nigga
Finger on the
forgive me if I smoke niggaz
I love my strapped
love from the back
I get my in stacks
where I'm at ridin'
Passed by these niggaz wonder why
I got and didnt die
let em see whos to try
Did I cry
hell nah tear shed
for all my in the pen
many dead
still ballin

(Hook){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 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 wanna see us dead
Two on the front page
to death
bullets to the
holla out my name
and its similar to
Mothafuckas know Im
so they runnin to graves

Swoop with my nigga from the Pound
{Eazy}dont give a
would you niggaz now

Keep
ain't bout nuttin
thought we was frontin
so and keep dumpin

(Eazy E)

dump on fools with a
and got no cure for this sickness
i get
for the way i kick this
like a
an OG'sta{a Whos
a real named Eazy
and i live my life straight
dont need no payin me
and broke groupies and hoochies faze me
i take two steps back and myself
to put platinum and on a record shelf
i dont
but i like it straight up iz
befo you do a record handle the bizness
and dont get caught on the under
or you wonda
up on them ends G
i a spade
a spade and get
G
the way
so i give to em

(The Game)

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

(50 Cent)

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

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

(50 Cent)

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