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 outta here, yo,
Wassup? Gimme a 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 listen up close, while we rip up

Well, I'm Eazy-E, I got bitches
You may have a lot of but I got much 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 Compton, you think I own a drugstore
stupid because I know how
An' if a sucker talks shit, I him a

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

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

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

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

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

A dice game started so I said, the fuck?
So I put my in park 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' niggaz an' was itchin' for mo'
Laughin' in their faces an' said all makin' me rich
Then one punk got jealous, cold slapped my

He pulled out his gat, I knew he last
So I said to myself, Homeboy, you better fast
He shot, I shot
As you can see, I cold his ass

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

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

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

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

Now I wanted for a murder I had to commit
Yea, I went to jail, but that shit
Got to the station about a quarter of
Called my bitch to get me out 'cause I was down for

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

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

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

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 have known by now, Eazy duz it

From the way, born 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
to the muthafuka