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 outta here, yo,
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, 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 duper group comin' out to shoot
Eazy-E, muthafukas, cold the boots

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

8 ball sippin', the are flippin'
down, I hit a dippin', continue my trippin'
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 because my pockets are fat
A hardcore villian, cold roamin' the
An' wit a homie like Dre just supplyin' the

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

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

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

A dice game 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 point, I made a ten a fo'
Was takin' niggaz an' was itchin' for mo'
Laughin' in their an' said you're all makin' me rich
one punk got jealous, cold slapped my bitch

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

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

Wait a minute, a minute, who does it?
Muthafuckin' duz it, but how does 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 down just to tell a little
Straight out the box, the gangsta category
a sucker, a sucker muthafucka
He's addicted, he's a smoker but in Compton a clucker

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

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 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 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 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

I'm a gansta havin' 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

From the way, born in '73
B boy named Eazy-E
It's '88 now, obsolete
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
Word to the