Luyện nghe bài hát Eazy Duz It

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

What the fuck is up in the to be?
on the mic is Eazy muthafuckin' E
Trey is on the beat, on the cut
So up close, while we rip shit up

Well, I'm Eazy-E, I got bitches
You may have a lot of bitches but I got much
Wit my super group comin' out to shoot
Eazy-E, muthafukas, knockin' the boots

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

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

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

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

I was knockin' out
What's your name Funky, fresh Eazy-E
Kick, kick shit
Where you from Compton, yea

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

A dice game started so I said, the fuck?
So I put my shit in park an' had to try my
Hard to roll wit my bitch 24 7
them muthafukas, ate 'em up, hit 11

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

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

Because I'm a gansta fun
leave the pad without packin' a gun
Hittin' hard as fuck, I make you ask was it
Boy you should have 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, what I'm doin'
Stop, man, gonna do now?

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

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

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

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

Well by now you should it was just my luck
The bailiff of the station was a neighborhood
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 an' my records are clean
I creeped on my bitch wit my Uzi
to the house an' kicked down the door
Unloaded hell, cold smoked the ho

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

around the way, born in '73
Hardcore B boy named
It's '88 now, '73's
A nigga wit a ass attitude an' 100% street

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