Luyện nghe bài hát Eazy Duz It

He was once a thug from the way, Eazy
But you should, bitch, the fuck up
Get the outta here, yo, Trey
Gimme a funky ass bassline

What the fuck is up in the to be?
Comin' on the mic is muthafuckin' E
Trey is on the beat, 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 bitches but I got much
Wit my super duper group comin' out to
Eazy-E, muthafukas, knockin' the boots

'Cause I'm a hip hop thugster, I used to be a
If you Compton, you think 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, collect from my
The money I make so I can add to my riches

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

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

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

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

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
them muthafukas, ate 'em up, hit 11

Got another point, I a ten a fo'
Was niggaz money an' was itchin' for mo'
Laughin' in their faces an' said all makin' me rich
one punk got jealous, cold slapped my bitch

He pulled out his gat, I 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

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

Wait a minute, wait a minute, who it?
Muthafuckin' Eazy duz it, but how he do it?
Eazy duz it do it eazy, that's 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 gangsta
About a sucker, a sucker
addicted, he's a smoker but in Compton called a clucker

He used to have a house car an' rings
But the cooky, cooky crack took all those
He must of starvin' 'cause he broke in my house
Caught the nigga on the 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 about a quarter of
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 was in the gankin' zone
All the things I did for her like keepin' her
I swear when I get out, I'm 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' 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, cold the ho

Because I'm a havin' fun
leave the pad without packin' a gun
Hittin' hard as fuck, I make you ask was it
Boy you should have 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' 100%

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