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?
Comin' on the mic is muthafuckin' E
is on the beat, Yellow's on the cut
So listen up close, while we rip up

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

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

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

my stash box an' start rubbin' my gat
Feelin' good as hell my pockets are fat
A hardcore villian, roamin' the streets
An' wit a homie like Dre just the beats

Because I'm a gansta fun
Never 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

I was muthafukas out
What's your name boy? Funky, fresh
Kick, kick shit
Where you fool? Compton, yea

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

A game started so I said, What the fuck?
So I put my shit in park an' had to try my
Hard to 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' said you're all me rich
one punk got jealous, cold slapped my bitch

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

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 should have known by now, duz it

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

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

He to have a house car an' golden rings
But the cooky, cooky took all those things
He must of been starvin' 'cause he in my house
Caught the nigga on the street an' straight 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 about a quarter of nine
Called my 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 gankin'
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 neighborhood
I looked him in the eye an' said, What's up?
An' said let's make a deal, you know do you up

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

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

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

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