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 fuck here, yo, Trey
Wassup? Gimme a funky ass

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, we rip shit up

Well, I'm Eazy-E, I got bitches
You may have a lot of but I got much more
Wit my super duper 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 shit, I give him a

8 ball sippin', the bitches are
Slow down, I hit a dippin', continue my
Hittin' my switches, collect 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 like Dre just supplyin' the beats

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He used to have a house car an' rings
But the cooky, cooky crack all those things
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 that I had to commit
Yea, I to jail, but that wasn't shit
Got to the station about a quarter of
Called my bitch to get me out 'cause I was for mine

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

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

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

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