Luyện nghe bài hát Eazy Duz It

He was a thug from around the way, Eazy
But you should, bitch, shut the up
Get the fuck outta here, yo,
Wassup? a funky ass bassline

What the fuck is up in the to be?
Comin' on the mic is muthafuckin' E
Trey is on the beat, on the cut
So listen up close, while we rip 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, cold the boots

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

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

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

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 have known by now, Eazy duz it

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

Rollin' through the hood, cold shit up
my head out the window an' I say, What's up?
To the niggaz on the corner bumpin' 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 an' had to try my luck
to roll wit my bitch jockin' 24 7
Rolled muthafukas, ate 'em up, hit 11

Got point, I made a ten a fo'
Was takin' niggaz an' was itchin' for mo'
Laughin' in their faces an' you're all makin' 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 think fast
He shot, I shot
As you can see, I broke his ass

I'm a gansta havin' fun
Never leave the pad without a gun
hard 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?
Eazy duz it, but how does he do it?
Eazy duz it do it eazy, what I'm doin'
Stop, man, whatcha do now?

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

He to have a house car an' golden rings
But the cooky, cooky crack took all things
He must of been starvin' 'cause he 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 went to jail, but that wasn't
Got to the about a quarter of nine
Called my bitch to get me out I was down for mine

The bitch was a cold hung up the phone
Now my only phone was in the gankin' 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 should know it was my luck
The bailiff of the station was a 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 creeped on my wit my Uzi machine
Went to the an' kicked down the door
like hell, cold smoked the ho

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

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

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