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

(Eazy E)

DJ STEVE!!

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

(2Pac)

ever since a nigga was a
thing promised to me was the penitentiary
still
on these niggaz cause they lame
In a '61
still heavy in this
can you me
Blame it on my
Im a thug
Up befo the sun
quicker than the dealers
Tell me if on
nigga then we to bomb
Bust on bitch-made niggaz hit em up
WESTSIDE!!!
nobody love me as a broke nigga
Finger on the
Lord forgive me if I niggaz
I love my strapped
love fuckin from the
I get my currency in
Californias where I'm at
Passed by these niggaz wonder why
I got shot and 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 we do it so show us some 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 us some love

(2Pac)
Now wanna see us dead
Two murdered on the page
to death
bullets to the
holla out my name
and its to rain
Mothafuckas Im comin
so they runnin to graves

Swoop down with my from the Pound
{Eazy}dont a fuck
would you niggaz now

Keep
ain't worried nuttin
Busters thought we was
so reload and keep

(Eazy E)

dump on with a quickness
and they got no cure for this
i get
for the way that i this
a G'sta
an OG'sta{a Dat?}
a real named Eazy
and i live my life straight
dont no punk-fools payin me
and broke groupies and hoochies dont me
i take two steps and release myself
to put platinum and on a record shelf
i brag
but i like it straight up iz
you do a record partna handle the bizness
and dont get caught on the under
or you might
whats up on ends G
i call a
a spade and get
G
the way
so i love to em

(The Game)

I put Daytonas on that Cherry 64
White so clean looks like Im ridin on bolbs
Hit one mayne
ass so low
Cali got in New York ridin on hundred spokes
Touch me tease me kiss me me
I give it to ya how you like it girl
now rockin with the best 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 wrap up ya punk ass stunt ya
Homie its Game

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

(50 Cent)

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