Luyện nghe bài hát Eazy Duz It

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

the fuck 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, we rip shit up

Well, I'm Eazy-E, I got bitches
You may a lot of bitches but I got much more
Wit my super duper group out to shoot
Eazy-E, muthafukas, cold knockin' the

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

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

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

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

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

A dice started so I said, What the fuck?
So I put my shit in an' had to try my luck
to roll wit my bitch 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' said you're all makin' me
Then one punk got jealous, cold my bitch

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

Wait a minute, a minute, who does 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 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 have a car an' golden rings
But the cooky, cooky crack took all those
He must of been 'cause 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 about a quarter of
Called my bitch to get me out 'cause I was for mine

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

Well by now you know it was just my luck
The bailiff of the station was a neighborhood
I him straight in the eye an' said, What's up?
An' said let's make a deal, you know do you up

Now back on the streets an' my are clean
I on my bitch wit my Uzi machine
Went to the house an' kicked down the
like hell, cold smoked the ho

Because I'm a havin' fun
Never the pad without packin' a gun
Hittin' hard as fuck, I you ask what was it
Boy you have 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' 100%

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