Luyện nghe bài hát Eazy-E

And if I hit the switch I can the ass drop

up they said the west had no lyricists
Can you imagine up hearing this?
So I my hip hop serious
Years later now the pen game is
from a Boy-N-The-Hood
Post Era trying to do good
about Quik, and Dub C
King Tee, Eiht, Kurupt and Suga
Master Ceremonies
And they Move
See, I'm the west coast and I'm so proud
This where crack and we act retarded
Niggas be scrapping in the parking lot at
It's fucked up, but kind 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 praying they do
In '92 we had a truce for a bit
Until they started tripping over little shit
I was young making sense of this world
And my childhood hero had a jheri

Eazy-E was playing on the radio
I knew how my day would go
California sunshine 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
Throw up your W and it don't

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

When was playing on the radio
I knew exactly how my day go
California coming in
gangsta 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

It goes 6 In The Morning, at my door
Fresh Adidas across the bathroom floor
Ice was telling stories about an city war
He gave the world a taste and they came for more
They "bitch" and Fuck Tha Police
They said they'd never make a talking about the streets
said they'd never play it on the radio
Now all you is gangsta rap everyday and yo
We pioneers
All of that shit started out here
We didn't it up but we made if famous
Then we spread it worldwide, go and blame us
Growing up, gang culture taught us
And that is equal, no royalty
So there's never been a king of the west
We got some OG's and we respect
But can get it if there's beef
And nobody's undefeated in the
I grew up on palm trees and rap
So pardon me, but I'm 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, 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, 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.

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