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
back
strapped the fat buddha sac
and a '78 lac
oh
gangsta
i got
bud
i serve
it aint no thang
i with OG
dont 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 when you got money to spend
i got a proper big 'n' a fly big benz
i ends
my dough
oh no fo
how it is
and how it go
act you know
when i real slow
givin love to the playas that i is real

(2Pac)

ever a nigga was a seed
Only promised to me was the penitentiary
ballin
Ridin on these niggaz they lame
In a '61
heavy in this game
can you me
Blame it on my
Im a thug
Up befo the sun
than the drug dealers
Tell me if on
then we first to bomb
Bust on bitch-made niggaz hit em up
WESTSIDE!!!
nobody love me as a broke nigga
Finger on the
forgive me if I smoke niggaz
I love my females
fuckin from the back
I get my in stacks
Californias I'm at ridin'
Passed by while niggaz wonder why
I got and didnt die
let em see whos to try
Did I cry
hell nah nigga tear
for all my in the pen
many dead
Niggaz still

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

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

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

Keep
worried bout nuttin
Busters thought we was
so reload and keep

(Eazy E)

dump on fools a quickness
and they got no cure for sickness
i get
for the way i kick this
a G'sta
an OG'sta{a Dat?}
a playa named Eazy
and i live my life straight
need no punk-fools payin me
and broke groupies and dont faze me
i take two steps and release myself
to put platinum and gold on a record
i brag
but i tellem like it up iz
you do a record partna handle the bizness
and dont get caught slippin on the
or you might
up on them ends G
i a spade
a and get payed
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 switch
ass so low
Cali got niggas in New York ridin on hundred
Touch me tease me kiss me me
I give it to ya just how you it girl
Your now rockin with the fo' pound on my hip
Gold on my chest (Ah!)

(50 Cent)

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

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

(50 Cent)

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