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

(Eazy E)

DJ STEVE!!

Aww Yea
lets a trip
just sit and light a spliff
with this and dont
on a funky dope
jump
strapped the fat buddha sac
and a '78 lac
oh
lean
i got
bud
i serve
it aint no thang
i with OG
dont set trip
or you might get we call a rat pack
i dont when it come to streets
i get g funk to a gangsta beat
its so when you got money to spend
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 you know
when i real slow
givin love to the playas that i know is

(2Pac)

ever a nigga was a seed
Only promised to me was the penitentiary
ballin
Ridin on these cause they lame
In a '61
still heavy in this
can you me
Blame it on my
Im a thug
Up the sun rise
quicker the drug dealers
Tell me if on
then we first to bomb
Bust on these bitch-made hit em up
WESTSIDE!!!
Ain't nobody love me as a broke
Finger on the
forgive me if I smoke niggaz
I love my strapped
love from the back
I get my currency in
Californias where I'm at
Passed by while these niggaz why
I got shot and die
let em see next to try
Did I cry
nah nigga tear shed
for all my in the pen
many peers
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 we do it so show 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 murdered on the front
to death
bullets to the
holla out my name
and its similar to
know Im comin
so they runnin to graves

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

Keep
ain't bout nuttin
thought we was frontin
so reload and keep

(Eazy E)

dump on fools a quickness
and they got no for this sickness
i get
for the way that i kick
like a
an OG'sta{a Whos
a real named Eazy
and i live my life crazy
dont need no payin me
and broke groupies and hoochies dont me
i take two back and release myself
to put platinum and gold on a record
i brag
but i like it straight up iz
you do a record partna handle the bizness
and get caught slippin on the under
or you might
whats up on them G
i call a
a spade and get
G
the way
so i love to em

(The Game)

I put gold on that Cherry 64
walls so clean looks 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 like it
Your now 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 ass stunt ya done
its Game time

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

(50 Cent)

Ready here he
sick ven-detta
To get this
wit my
The
Sip
My sounds betta
average
On Im a savage
I
Any nigga tryin to on my clique (G-Unit!)