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 here, yo, Trey
Wassup? Gimme a funky ass

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 galore
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 heard Compton, you I own a drugstore
Gettin' stupid I know how
An' if a sucker talks shit, I him a

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

Fill my stash box an' start my gat
Feelin' good as because my pockets are fat
A hardcore villian, cold roamin' the
An' wit a homie like Dre just 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 have known by now, Eazy duz it

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

Rollin' the hood, cold tearin' shit up
Stick my head out the window an' I say, up?
To the on the corner cold bumpin' the box
But you know 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 wit my bitch jockin' 24 7
Rolled muthafukas, ate 'em up, hit 11

Got point, I made a ten a fo'
Was takin' niggaz money an' was for mo'
in their faces an' said you're all makin' me rich
Then one punk got jealous, cold my bitch

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

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

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

He used to have a house car an' golden
But the cooky, cooky crack took all things
He of been 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 to jail, but that wasn't shit
Got to the station a quarter of nine
Called my to get me out 'cause I was down for mine

The bitch was a trip cold 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 of the station was a neighborhood cluck
I him straight 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 on my bitch wit my Uzi machine
Went to the an' kicked down the door
like hell, cold smoked the ho

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

From around the way, 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
to the muthafuka