Luyện nghe bài hát Eazy-E

And if I hit the switch I can make the ass

Growing up they said the had no lyricists
Can you imagine growing up hearing
So I my hip hop serious
Years now the pen game is Furious
from a Boy-N-The-Hood
Post G-Funk Era to do good
about Quik, and Dub C
King Tee, Eiht, Kurupt and Free?
They Master
And Move Crowds
See, I'm from the west coast and I'm so
where crack started and we act retarded
Niggas be scrapping in the parking lot at
fucked up, but it's kind of funny
And we be set tripping and it ain't money
Red and is like Muslim and Jew
And I don't ever think they'll but I'm praying that they do
In '92 we had a for a little bit
Until they started tripping over little shit
I was young making sense of crazy world
And my hero had a jheri curl

When Eazy-E was on the radio
I exactly how my day would go
sunshine coming in
Singing rap with all my friends
The of California hip hop
you can pop lock, or you can get shot
Black, white, latin, asian, living in this pot
up your W and it don't stop

My cousins up north hit me to the game
It's all California, but we all the same
To G's up there had a different swag
was grinding out the trunk getting hella cash
man
E-40
Del and Heiro got their start up under
to my Bay Area fam
'93 Til is still the jam
And over 20 later
They still for the stoners and the skaters
I used to watch videos by B
Dream about hitting up the Hubble or EMB
out to Tommy B and Ray Barby
Cause there ain't no party like a Bay
When Mac Dre died, I was
Show some to where the independent game started
The 6-1-9, shout out to
Masters Of The Universe, it in DayGo
I came up on and chronic smoke
And it was hella crazy, but it was kinda

When Eazy-E was on the radio
I knew how my day would go
sunshine coming in
Singing rap with all my friends
The of California hip hop
Where you can pop lock, or you can get
Black, white, latin, asian, living in this pot
Throw up W and it don't stop

It goes 6 In The Morning, police at my
Fresh Adidas squeak the bathroom floor
Ice was telling about an inner city war
He the world a taste and they came back for more
They said "bitch" and Fuck Tha
They said they'd never make a million talking the streets
They said never play it on the radio
Now all you is gangsta rap everyday and yo
We motherfucking
All of that shit started out here
We didn't it up but we made if famous
Then we it worldwide, go ahead and blame us
Growing up, gang culture us loyalty
And everyone is equal, no royalty
So there's never been a king of the coast
We got some and we respect those
But anyone can get it if there's
And nobody's undefeated in the
I grew up on palm trees and rap
So pardon me, but I'm thankful for
You

Yeah, and I want to take a minute to give a shout out to who started this shit.
Rest in peace Mixmaster Spade, Toddy Tee, Greg Mack, K-Day, K-Ypu, Too $hort, Freddie B, Rappin Ron & Diddley Dog. The Luniz, Shock G, Saafir, Casual, Del, Hobo Junction, I know I'm missing a gang of people, Kidd Frost, Lighter Shade of Brown, Psycho Realm. Everybody that's a of this great culture. Freestyle Fellowship, Cypress Hill, B-Real, Tha Dogg Pound. Did I miss anybody? I probably missed a gang of niggas man. Rest in peace to Eazy-E, Eric Wright. We out. West side.

When Eazy-E was playing on the
I knew exactly how my day go
sunshine coming in
Singing gangsta rap all my friends
The origins of hip hop
you can pop lock, or you can get shot
Black, white, latin, asian, in this melting pot
Throw up W and it don't stop