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 my hip hop serious
Years now the pen game is Furious
Styles a Boy-N-The-Hood
Post Era trying to do good
What Quik, and Dub C
King Tee, Eiht, and Suga Free?
They Master
And Move Crowds
See, I'm the west coast and I'm so proud
This where started and we act retarded
Niggas be in the parking lot at Target
It's fucked up, but kind of funny
And we be set tripping and it ain't over
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 little shit
I was young sense of this crazy world
And my childhood hero had a curl

When Eazy-E was on the radio
I knew exactly how my day go
sunshine coming in
Singing 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 this pot
Throw up your W and it stop

My up north that hit me to the game
all California, but we ain't all the same
To G's up there they had a different
They was grinding out the trunk getting cash
man
E-40
Del and Heiro got start up under Cube
to my Bay Area fam
'93 Til is still the jam
And 20 year later
They rocking for the stoners and the skaters
I to watch 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 like a Bay
Mac Dre died, I was brokenhearted
Show love to where the independent game started
The 6-1-9, out to Jay-O
Of The Universe, doing it in DayGo
I up on drive-bys and chronic smoke
And it was hella crazy, but it was dope

Eazy-E 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 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 about an inner city war
He gave the world a taste and they came back for
said "bitch" and Fuck Tha Police
They said they'd make a million talking about the streets
They they'd never play it on the radio
Now all you hear is gangsta rap and yo
We pioneers
All of that shit started out here
We didn't it up but we made if famous
we spread it worldwide, go ahead and blame us
Growing up, gang taught us loyalty
And everyone is equal, no royalty
So never been a king of the west coast
We got OG's and we respect those
But can get it if there's beef
And nobody's in the streets
I grew up on trees and gangsta rap
So pardon me, but I'm for that
You

Yeah, and I to take a minute 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 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 how my day would 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