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 outta here, yo, Trey
Wassup? Gimme a 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 a lot of bitches but I got much more
Wit my super duper group 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' because I know how
An' if a sucker shit, I give him a

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

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

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

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

Rollin' through the hood, tearin' shit up
Stick my head out the 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 game started so I said, What the fuck?
So I put my shit in an' had to try my luck
Hard to wit my bitch jockin' 24 7
Rolled muthafukas, ate 'em up, hit 11

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

He pulled out his gat, I he wouldn't 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
leave the pad without packin' a gun
Hittin' as fuck, I make you ask what was it
Boy you should known by now, Eazy duz it

a minute, wait a minute, who does it?
Muthafuckin' Eazy duz it, but how he do it?
duz it do it eazy, that's 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, from the gangsta
About a sucker, a muthafucka
He's addicted, he's a smoker but in Compton a clucker

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

Now I for a murder that I had to commit
Yea, I went to jail, but that wasn't
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 up the phone
Now my only call was in the gankin' zone
All the things I did for her keepin' her rich
I swear when I get out, I'm gonna the bitch

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

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 have known by now, Eazy duz it

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

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