Luyện nghe bài hát Eazy-E

And if I hit the I can make the ass drop

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

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

My cousins up that hit me to the game
It's all California, but we ain't all the
To G's up there had a different swag
was grinding out the trunk getting hella cash
man
dude
Del and Heiro got their start up Cube
Love to my Bay fam
'93 Til Infinity is the jam
And 20 year later
They still rocking for the stoners and the
I used to videos by Plan B
Dream about hitting up the Hubble or EMB
Shout out to B and Ray Barby
Cause there ain't no party like a Bay
Mac Dre died, I was brokenhearted
Show some to where the independent game started
The 6-1-9, shout out to
Masters Of The Universe, doing it in
I came up on and chronic smoke
And it was crazy, but it was kinda dope

When was playing on the radio
I exactly how my day would go
California sunshine 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 your W and it stop

It goes 6 In The Morning, at my door
Fresh Adidas squeak across the floor
Ice was telling stories about an city war
He gave the world a taste and came back for more
said "bitch" and Fuck Tha Police
They they'd never make a million talking about the streets
They said they'd play it on the radio
Now all you hear is 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 ahead and us
Growing up, culture taught us loyalty
And that is equal, no royalty
So there's been a king of the west coast
We got some and we respect those
But anyone can get it if beef
And nobody's in the streets
I grew up on palm and gangsta 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 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.

When Eazy-E was playing on the
I exactly how my day would go
California coming in
Singing gangsta rap all my friends
The of California 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