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

(Eazy E)

DJ STEVE!!

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

(2Pac)

ever since a nigga was a
Only promised to me was the penitentiary
still
Ridin on these niggaz cause lame
In a '61
still heavy in game
can you me
it on my momma
Im a nigga
Up the sun rise
quicker the drug dealers
me if it's on
nigga then we to bomb
Bust on these bitch-made hit em up
WESTSIDE!!!
Ain't nobody love me as a broke
on the trigger
Lord forgive me if I niggaz
I love my strapped
love fuckin from the
I get my in stacks
Californias I'm at ridin'
Passed by these niggaz wonder why
I got shot and die
let em see next to try
Did I cry
hell nah nigga tear
for all my in the pen
many dead
Niggaz 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 show us some
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 show us love

(2Pac)
Now everybody wanna see us
Two murdered on the page
shot to
bullets to the
Niggaz out my name
and its similar to
know Im comin
so they to they graves

Swoop down with my from the Pound
give a fuck
would you niggaz now

Keep
ain't worried bout
Busters thought we was
so reload and dumpin

(Eazy E)

dump on fools with a
and they got no cure for sickness
i get
for the way that i this
a G'sta
an Whos Dat?}
a real playa named
and i my life straight crazy
need no punk-fools payin me
and groupies and hoochies dont faze me
i two steps back and release myself
to put platinum and on a record shelf
i brag
but i like it straight up iz
befo you do a partna handle the bizness
and get caught slippin on the under
or you wonda
whats up on them G
i a spade
a and get payed
G
the way
so i give to em

(The Game)

I put gold on that Cherry 64
White walls so clean looks Im ridin on bolbs
Hit one mayne
ass so low
Cali got niggas in New York on hundred spokes
Touch me tease me me please me
I give it to ya just how you like it
Your now rockin 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 ya done
Homie its Game

(The Game)
ready? I come
Call Lloyd Banks and get motherfucker crunk
It took two,
But Fifty got it
with G-unit
Had like "huh?"
Dont try to
leave yo ass slumped
Thinkin Im a
Get your fucking lumped
got a gun

(50 Cent)

Ready he come
Gotta sick
To get che-dda
wit my
The
Sip
My flow sounds
average
On Im a savage
I
Any nigga tryin to on my clique (G-Unit!)