Luyện nghe bài hát Eazy-E

And if I hit the I can make the ass drop

Growing up they said the west had no
Can you imagine growing up hearing
So I took my hip hop
Years later now the pen game is
Styles from a
Post G-Funk Era to do good
about Quik, and Dub C
King Tee, Eiht, Kurupt and Suga
They Master
And Move Crowds
See, I'm from the west and I'm so proud
This where crack and we act retarded
Niggas be in the parking lot at Target
It's fucked up, but it's of funny
And we be set tripping and it over money
Red and blue is Muslim and Jew
And I don't ever think they'll stop but I'm 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 this world
And my hero had a jheri curl

When Eazy-E was playing on the
I exactly how my day would go
California coming in
Singing gangsta rap all my friends
The origins of hip hop
Where you can pop lock, or you can get
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 ain't all the
To G's up they had a different swag
They was grinding out the trunk getting hella
man
E-40
Del and Heiro got their start up under
Love to my Bay fam
'93 Til Infinity is the jam
And 20 year later
still rocking for the stoners and the skaters
I used to videos by Plan B
Dream about hitting up the Ledge or EMB
Shout out to B and Ray Barby
Cause there ain't no party a Bay Party
Mac Dre died, I was brokenhearted
Show some love to where the game started
The 6-1-9, shout out to
Masters Of The Universe, doing it in
I came up on drive-bys and chronic
And it was hella crazy, but it was kinda

When Eazy-E was playing on the
I knew exactly how my day go
California 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 melting pot
Throw up your W and it don't

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

Yeah, and I want to take a to give a shout out to pioneers 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 part of this great culture. Freestyle Fellowship, 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.

Eazy-E was playing on the radio
I knew exactly how my day go
California coming in
gangsta rap with 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