Luyện nghe bài hát This How We Eat

Definition, gangsta, hustla, you
We money, we eat, we feed
Pay attention,
Uhh, yeah, on
Uhh, uhh, some room
House, you know
Short Dog game, come on

I'm ridin' down the street, beat, got on twenty-tweets
No beer-belly fool, we get it all for
Cocoa the green leaf, cloud up
We some gangsta's money, never been a scrub

Whattchu know about sellin'
But the only thing you good for now is the soap
Loc, Tray Deee, Too Short, no doubt
Tell 'em how we eat and what we all about,

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

Made albums in a row
Be like Too Short, baby, and a hoe
so easy, if ya know how to get it
You'll never be broke-ass nigga

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

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

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

I used to be able to jump from the free-throw line and
Now, I bust and crush tracks, nothin' changed
Except, twelve-inch on my body
What I by that, I was hit by some hotties

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

Just gettin' that money, mayne
Fuck them niggaz, yeah, is how we eat

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

Don't be trick, you these hoes so slick
Do yo' and get rich
And get wise, enterprise the game ya got
You slang some rocks, but better change ya spot

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

I'm so hungry, I can't to eat
I brand new shit down the street
Life is a game of who plays the best
Is the one that's laid to rest

I know, you wanna eat good, it hard
To be a ghetto superstar
Focus is the key, if ya want it, it be
If ya know ya goin' from the moment you could see
game

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

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

Wanted a and a Lotus
Whatever feels, sprayin' on the roaches
I mean the whole damn scene was kinda
Came to it, then we flipped the notice

Now, we big livin', Rockland and non-stop
With hot women, cop drops with rims that stop spinnin'
And just the beginnin'
'Cuz as long as the game strong we gon' keep

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

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