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 here, yo, Trey
Wassup? Gimme a ass bassline

What the is up in the place to be?
Comin' on the mic is Eazy 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 bitches
You may have a lot of bitches but I got more
Wit my super duper comin' out to shoot
Eazy-E, muthafukas, knockin' the boots

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

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

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

I'm a gansta 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

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

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

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

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

I'm a gansta havin' fun
Never leave the pad packin' a gun
Hittin' hard as fuck, I you ask what 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, what I'm doin'
Stop, man, whatcha gonna do

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

He used to a house car an' golden rings
But the cooky, cooky crack all those things
He must of starvin' 'cause 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 to get me out 'cause I was down for mine

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

Now back on the streets an' my records are
I creeped on my bitch wit my Uzi
Went to the house an' kicked the door
Unloaded like hell, smoked the ho

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

around the way, born in '73
Hardcore B boy Eazy-E
It's '88 now, '73's
A nigga wit a serious ass an' 100% street

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