Luyện nghe bài hát Eazy-E

And if I hit the switch I can make the ass

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

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

My cousins up north hit me to the game
all California, but we ain't all the same
To G's up there had a different swag
They was grinding out the getting hella cash
man
E-40
Del and Heiro got start up under Cube
to my Bay Area fam
'93 Til Infinity is the jam
And 20 year later
They still rocking for the stoners and the
I to watch videos by Plan B
Dream about hitting up the Ledge 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 love to where the independent game started
The 6-1-9, out to Jay-O
Of The Universe, doing it in DayGo
I came up on drive-bys and smoke
And it was hella crazy, but it was dope

Eazy-E was playing 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
Throw up your W and it don't

It goes 6 In The Morning, police at my
Adidas squeak across the bathroom floor
Ice was telling stories about an inner war
He the world a taste and they came back for more
said "bitch" and Fuck Tha Police
They they'd never make a million talking about the streets
They they'd never play it on the radio
Now all you hear is rap everyday and yo
We motherfucking
All of shit started out right here
We didn't it up but we made if famous
we spread it worldwide, go ahead and blame us
Growing up, gang taught us loyalty
And everyone is equal, no royalty
So there's been a king of the west coast
We got some OG's and we those
But anyone can get it if beef
And undefeated in the streets
I grew up on palm trees and rap
So me, but I'm thankful for that
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 of Brown, Psycho Realm. Everybody that's a part 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 was playing on the radio
I knew how my day would go
California sunshine in
Singing gangsta rap with all my
The origins of hip hop
you can pop lock, or you can get shot
Black, white, latin, asian, living in melting pot
Throw up W and it don't stop