Luyện nghe bài hát Eazy Duz It

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

the fuck is up in the place to be?
Comin' on the mic is Eazy E
Trey is on the beat, on the cut
So listen up close, we rip shit up

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Because I'm a havin' 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

Wait a minute, wait a minute, who 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 break it down just to a little story
Straight out the box, from the gangsta
About a sucker, a muthafucka
He's addicted, he's a but in Compton called a clucker

He used to have a house car an' rings
But the cooky, cooky took all those things
He must of been starvin' he broke in my house
Caught the nigga on the street an' 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 quarter of
Called my bitch to get me out 'cause I was down for

The bitch was a trip cold hung up the
Now my only phone call was in the gankin'
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 him straight in the eye an' said, What's up?
An' said let's make a deal, you I'll do you up

Now on the streets an' my records are clean
I creeped on my wit my Uzi machine
to the house an' kicked down the door
Unloaded like hell, smoked the ho

Because I'm a havin' fun
leave the pad without packin' 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
Hardcore B boy named
It's '88 now, '73's
A nigga wit a serious ass attitude an' street

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