Luyện nghe bài hát Eazy-E

And if I hit the I can make the ass drop

Growing up they the west had no lyricists
Can you imagine up hearing this?
So I my hip hop serious
Years now the pen game is Furious
Styles a Boy-N-The-Hood
G-Funk Era trying to do good
What Quik, and Dub C
King Tee, Eiht, Kurupt and Free?
They Ceremonies
And they Move
See, I'm from the west coast and I'm so
This crack started and we act retarded
Niggas be scrapping in the parking lot at
It's up, but it's kind of funny
And we be set tripping and it over money
Red and is like Muslim and Jew
And I ever think they'll stop 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 this world
And my childhood hero had a curl

When was playing on the radio
I exactly how my day would go
California coming 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, living in this pot
Throw up your W and it 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 they had a different
They was out the trunk getting hella cash
man
E-40
Del and Heiro got their up under Cube
Love to my Bay fam
'93 Til is still the jam
And 20 year later
They still rocking for the stoners and the
I used to watch by Plan B
about hitting up the Hubble Ledge or EMB
Shout out to Tommy B and Ray
Cause ain't no party like a Bay Party
Mac Dre died, I was brokenhearted
Show some 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 and chronic smoke
And it was crazy, but it was kinda dope

When Eazy-E was on the radio
I exactly how my day would go
sunshine coming in
Singing rap with all my friends
The origins of hip hop
you can pop lock, or you can get shot
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 squeak across the bathroom floor
Ice was stories about an inner city war
He the world a taste and they came back for more
said "bitch" and Fuck Tha Police
They said they'd never 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 that shit out right here
We didn't make it up but we made if
Then we spread it worldwide, go ahead and us
Growing up, gang culture us loyalty
And everyone is equal, no royalty
So there's been a king of the west coast
We got OG's 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 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, 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.

When Eazy-E was on the radio
I exactly 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