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 here, yo, Trey
Wassup? a funky ass bassline

What the is up in the place to be?
Comin' on the mic is Eazy E
Trey is on the beat, 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, cold the boots

I'm a hip hop thugster, I used to be a mugster
If you heard Compton, you I own a drugstore
stupid because I know how
An' if a talks shit, I give 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
good as hell because my pockets are fat
A villian, cold roamin' the streets
An' wit a homie like Dre just the beats

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

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

Rollin' through the hood, tearin' shit up
my head out the window an' I say, What's up?
To the niggaz on the cold bumpin' the box
But you that's an alibi 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
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 money an' was for mo'
Laughin' in their faces an' said you're all me rich
Then one punk got jealous, cold my bitch

He pulled out his gat, I knew he 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 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 what I'm
Stop, man, whatcha do now?

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

He used to have a car an' golden rings
But the cooky, crack took 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 went to jail, but wasn't shit
Got to the about a quarter of nine
Called my bitch to get me out 'cause I was 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 keepin' her
I when I get out, I'm gonna kill the bitch

Well by now you should know it was just my
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 know do you up

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

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

around the way, born in '73
Hardcore B boy named
'88 now, '73's obsolete
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