Luyện nghe bài hát Eazy Duz It

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

What the is up in the place 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 have a lot of bitches but I got much
Wit my super duper group comin' out to
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 because I how
An' if a sucker talks shit, I him a

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

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

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 muthafukas out
What's your boy? Funky, fresh Eazy-E
Kick, kick shit
you from fool? Compton, yea

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

A dice started so I said, What the fuck?
So I put my shit in park an' had to try my
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 an' was itchin' for mo'
Laughin' in faces an' said you're all makin' me rich
Then one punk got jealous, slapped my bitch

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

Because I'm a gansta fun
Never the pad without packin' 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, gonna do now?

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

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

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

The was a trip cold hung up the phone
Now my only phone call was in the gankin'
All the things I did for her like her rich
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 was a neighborhood cluck
I him straight in the eye an' said, What's up?
An' let's make a deal, you know I'll do you up

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

Because I'm a gansta fun
Never 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

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

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