Luyện nghe bài hát Eazy-E

And if I hit the switch I can make the ass

Growing up said the west had no lyricists
Can you imagine growing up this?
So I my hip hop serious
Years later now the pen is Furious
from a Boy-N-The-Hood
Post Era trying to do good
about Quik, and Dub C
King Tee, Eiht, Kurupt and Suga
They Master
And they Crowds
See, I'm the west coast and I'm so proud
where crack started and we act retarded
Niggas be scrapping in the parking lot at
fucked up, but it's 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 that they do
In '92 we had a for a little bit
they started back tripping over little shit
I was making sense of this crazy world
And my childhood hero had a curl

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
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 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 grinding out the getting hella cash
man
E-40
Del and Heiro got their up under Cube
Love to my Bay fam
'93 Til Infinity is the jam
And over 20 year
They rocking for the stoners and the skaters
I used to videos by Plan B
Dream about hitting up the Hubble or EMB
Shout out to Tommy B and Ray
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, out to Jay-O
Masters Of The Universe, it in DayGo
I came up on drive-bys and smoke
And it was hella crazy, but it was dope

When was playing on the radio
I exactly how my day would go
sunshine 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, living in this pot
up your W and it don't stop

It 6 In The Morning, police at my door
Fresh Adidas squeak across the floor
Ice was telling stories an inner city war
He gave the world a and they came back for more
They "bitch" and Fuck Tha Police
They said they'd never make a million talking about the
They said they'd never it on the radio
Now all you is gangsta rap everyday and yo
We motherfucking
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 everyone is equal, no royalty
So there's never been a of the west coast
We got some OG's and we respect
But anyone can get it if beef
And nobody's in the streets
I up on palm trees and gangsta 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, Greg Mack, K-Day, K-Ypu, Too $hort, Freddie B, Rappin Ron & Diddley Dog. The Luniz, Shock G, Saafir, Casual, Del, 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 was playing on the radio
I knew exactly how my day go
California sunshine in
gangsta rap with all my friends
The origins of hip hop
Where you can pop lock, or you can get
Black, white, latin, asian, living in melting pot
Throw up W and it don't stop