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 light a
this and dont slip
on a funky track
back
strapped with the fat sac
and a '78 lac
oh
gangsta
i got
bud
i serve
like it no thang
i with OG
playas set trip
or you might get what we call a rat
i dont slack it come to streets
i get real g funk to a 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
givin to the playas that i know is real

(2Pac)

since a nigga was a seed
Only thing promised to me was the
still
Ridin on these niggaz 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 drug
Tell me if on
then we first to bomb
Bust on these bitch-made hit em up
WESTSIDE!!!
nobody love me as a broke nigga
Finger on the
Lord me if I smoke niggaz
I my females strapped
fuckin from the back
I get my currency in
where I'm at ridin'
Passed by while niggaz wonder why
I got shot and die
let em see whos to try
Did I cry
nah nigga tear shed
for all my in the pen
peers dead
Niggaz still

(Hook){50
is how we do
We make a move and act a fool 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 and act a fool while we up in the club
is how we do
Nobody do it like we do it so show us love

(2Pac)
Now wanna see us dead
Two murdered on the page
shot to
to the head
Niggaz out my name
and its to rain
Mothafuckas know Im
so runnin to they graves

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

Keep
worried bout nuttin
Busters we was frontin
so reload and dumpin

(Eazy E)

dump on fools a quickness
and got no cure for this sickness
i get
for the way i kick this
like a
an OG'sta{a Dat?}
a real playa Eazy
and i my life straight crazy
need no punk-fools payin me
and broke and hoochies dont faze me
i take two steps and release myself
to put platinum and gold on a shelf
i brag
but i tellem like it up iz
befo you do a record partna the bizness
and dont get slippin on the under
or you might
up on them ends G
i a spade
a spade and get
G
the way
so i love to em

(The Game)

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

(50 Cent)

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

(The Game)
ready? I come
Call Lloyd Banks and get this crunk
It took two,
But got it done
Signed G-unit
Had like "huh?"
try to front
I'll leave yo ass
Thinkin Im a
Get your head lumped
got a gun

(50 Cent)

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