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 outta here, yo, Trey
Wassup? Gimme a ass bassline

the fuck 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, 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, cold knockin' the

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

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

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

Because I'm a gansta fun
leave the pad without packin' a gun
Hittin' hard as fuck, I you ask what was it
Boy you should known by now, Eazy duz it

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

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

A dice started so I said, What the fuck?
So I put my in park an' had to try my luck
Hard to roll wit my 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' you're all makin' 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 think fast
He shot, I shot
As you can see, I broke his ass

Because I'm a havin' fun
Never leave the pad without a gun
hard as fuck, I make 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?
duz it do it eazy, that's what I'm doin'
Stop, man, whatcha gonna do

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

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

Now I for a murder that I had to commit
Yea, I went to jail, but wasn't shit
Got to the station a quarter of nine
my bitch to get me out 'cause I was down for mine

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

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' let's make a deal, you know I'll do you up

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

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

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

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