Luyện nghe bài hát This How We Eat

Definition, gangsta, hustla, you
We make money, we eat, we
Pay attention,
Uhh, yeah, on
Uhh, uhh, make some
Dogg House, you
Short Dog peep game, on

I'm ridin' down the street, beat, feets got on
No fool, we get it all for eats
Cocoa the green leaf, cloud up
We some gangsta's makin' money, never a scrub

Whattchu know about dope?
But the only thing you good for now is droppin' the
Goldie Loc, Tray Deee, Too Short, no
Tell 'em how we eat and we all about, nigga

These know, what's up, niggaz been havin' game
O.G.'s tell me good, bitch, I'm the same
make 'em feel good, ya know my name
Bitch, if ya still could, you'd do the

Made albums in a row
Be like Too Short, baby, and a hoe
It's so easy, if ya how to get it
You'll be another broke-ass nigga

We got hoes, y'all fools got crack-hoes
We sirloin steak, y'all fools eat Cheerios
We got top-notch hoes, fools got crack-hoes
We eatin' steak, y'all fools eat Cheerios

Fuck a suit, I'm out to where we juice
Push the Bentley coupe and spend endless
Runnin' from the brain or the stainless steel
Pushin' Holt's high-heels when we the field

With the heat out, the whole hood with G-clout
Invisible perimeters for to keep out
You ain't got to ask what the fuck are we 'bout
Whatever, get the than an nigga can ease out

I used to be to jump from the free-throw line and bang
Now, I bust and crush tracks, nothin' really
Except, scars on my body
What I mean by that, I was hit by hotties

Call somebody, I'm layin' in this motherfucker
It because of my shoes, clothes or money
I was at the wrong place at the time
Paramedics know, I was a victim of the crime

keep gettin' that money, mayne
Fuck niggaz, yeah, this is how we eat

We got, hoes, y'all fools got crack-hoes
We eatin' steak, y'all fools eat Cheerios

Don't be trick, you know hoes so slick
Do yo' thang and get
And get wise, enterprise with the ya got
You could slang some rocks, but change ya spot

Ask anybody, I paid
Most want pussy, tryna get laid
Stayin' soft a hoe getchu crossed by a hoe
I break a bitch down I'm off with the dough

I'm so hungry, I wait to eat
I ride brand new down the street
Life is a game of chess who plays the
Is the one that's laid to rest

I know, you wanna eat good, it hard
To be a real ghetto
is the key, if ya want it, it could be
If ya know where ya goin' the moment you could see
That's

We got top-notch hoes, y'all fools got
We sirloin steak, y'all fools eat Cheerios
We got top-notch hoes, y'all got crack-hoes
We eatin' steak, y'all fools eat Cheerios

Catch me headed out Impala Drive
And when they see balkin' and be talkin' [Incomprehensible]
Too Short, Eastsidaz, and ya boy Big Tig
It's on and poppin' now, but we want always big

a Benz and a Lotus
Whatever feels, sprayin' Raid on the
I mean the whole damn scene was kinda
Came home to it, then we flipped the

Now, we big crib livin', and non-stop
hot women, cop drops with rims that don't stop spinnin'
And it's just the
'Cuz as long as the game strong we keep winnin'

Big Tigger, Too Short, drops it so
That us go get us a team of flat screens
Three cars, three cribs and bikes
When I drop this hot shit, I'm cop three plus three mics

niggaz better stop playin' and get yo' game tight
Too Short, Eastsidaz, Big Tig, oh boy
Album number 13 nigga, better stop chasin' the cat
And chase that money, well, you know
The cat got this how we eat nigga
go, oh boy