Luyện nghe bài hát Eazy Duz It

He was once a from around the way, Eazy
But you should, bitch, shut the up
Get the outta here, yo, Trey
Gimme a funky ass bassline

What the is up in the place to be?
Comin' on the mic is Eazy E
is on the beat, Yellow's on the cut
So listen up close, we rip shit up

Well, I'm Eazy-E, I got galore
You may have a lot of bitches but I got more
Wit my duper group comin' out to shoot
Eazy-E, muthafukas, cold the boots

'Cause I'm a hip hop thugster, I to be a mugster
If you heard Compton, you think I own a
Gettin' stupid I know how
An' if a talks shit, I give him a

8 ball sippin', the are flippin'
down, I hit a dippin', continue my trippin'
Hittin' my switches, from my bitches
The money that I make so I can add to my

Fill my box an' start rubbin' my gat
Feelin' good as hell because my are fat
A villian, cold roamin' the streets
An' wit a homie like Dre just supplyin' the

Because I'm a gansta fun
Never leave the pad without a gun
Hittin' hard as fuck, I you ask what was it
Boy you have known by now, Eazy duz it

I was muthafukas out
What's your name Funky, fresh Eazy-E
Kick, that shit
you from fool? Compton, yea

Rollin' through the hood, tearin' shit up
Stick my out the window an' I say, What's up?
To the niggaz on the cold bumpin' the box
But you know an alibi for slangin' the rocks

A dice started so I said, What the fuck?
So I put my shit in an' had to try my luck
to roll wit my bitch jockin' 24 7
Rolled muthafukas, ate 'em up, hit 11

Got another point, I a ten a fo'
Was takin' money an' was itchin' for mo'
Laughin' in their faces an' you're all makin' me rich
Then one punk got jealous, slapped my bitch

He out his gat, I knew he wouldn't last
So I said to myself, Homeboy, you better think
He shot, then I
As you can see, I cold his ass

Because I'm a gansta fun
Never the pad without packin' a gun
Hittin' as fuck, I make you ask what was it
Boy you should known by now, Eazy duz it

Wait a minute, a minute, who does it?
Muthafuckin' Eazy duz it, but how he do it?
Eazy duz it do it eazy, that's what I'm
Stop, man, whatcha gonna do

Now I'm a break it down just to tell a little
Straight out the box, from the category
About a sucker, a muthafucka
He's addicted, he's a but in Compton called a clucker

He used to a house car an' golden rings
But the cooky, cooky crack took all those
He must of been starvin' he broke in my house
Caught the on the street an' straight took his ass out

Now I wanted for a murder I had to commit
Yea, I to jail, but that wasn't shit
Got to the station about a quarter of
my bitch to get me out 'cause I was down for mine

The bitch was a cold hung up the phone
Now my only phone call was in the zone
All the things I did for her like her rich
I swear when I get out, I'm gonna the bitch

Well by now you know it was just my luck
The of the station was a neighborhood cluck
I looked him in the eye an' said, What's up?
An' said let's make a deal, you I'll do you up

Now back on the streets an' my are clean
I on my bitch wit my Uzi machine
to the house an' kicked down the door
Unloaded hell, cold smoked the ho

Because I'm a havin' fun
Never leave the pad packin' a gun
Hittin' hard as fuck, I make you ask was it
Boy you should have known by now, duz it

From the way, born in '73
B boy named Eazy-E
It's '88 now, '73's
A nigga wit a serious ass an' 100% street

An' if you all wanna hear more
In one way or the other, I'm a bad
Word to the