Luyện nghe bài hát Eazy Duz It

He was a thug from around the way, Eazy
But you should, bitch, the fuck up
Get the fuck outta here, yo,
Gimme a funky ass bassline

What the is up in the place to be?
on the mic is Eazy muthafuckin' E
Trey is on the beat, on the cut
So listen up close, while we rip up

Well, I'm Eazy-E, I got bitches
You may have a lot of bitches but I got much
Wit my super group comin' out to shoot
Eazy-E, muthafukas, knockin' the boots

'Cause I'm a hip hop thugster, I used to be a
If you heard Compton, you I own a drugstore
Gettin' stupid because I how
An' if a talks shit, I give him a

8 ball sippin', the bitches are
Slow down, I hit a dippin', continue my
Hittin' my switches, collect my bitches
The money I make so I can add to my riches

Fill my stash box an' rubbin' my gat
Feelin' good as hell because my are fat
A hardcore villian, roamin' the streets
An' wit a homie like Dre just the beats

Because I'm a havin' fun
Never leave the pad packin' a gun
Hittin' hard as fuck, I make you ask was it
Boy you should known by now, Eazy duz it

I was knockin' out
What's your boy? Funky, fresh Eazy-E
Kick, kick that
you from fool? Compton, yea

Rollin' through the hood, tearin' shit up
my head out the window an' I say, What's up?
To the niggaz on the cold bumpin' the box
But you know that's an for slangin' the rocks

A game started so I said, What the fuck?
So I put my shit in park an' had to try my
to roll wit my bitch jockin' 24 7
Rolled muthafukas, ate 'em up, hit 11

Got point, I made a ten a fo'
Was takin' niggaz an' was itchin' for mo'
Laughin' in their faces an' said you're all me rich
Then one punk got jealous, cold my bitch

He pulled out his gat, I he wouldn't last
So I said to myself, Homeboy, you better fast
He shot, then I
As you can see, I cold his ass

Because I'm a havin' fun
Never leave the pad packin' a gun
Hittin' hard as fuck, I make you ask was it
Boy you have known by now, Eazy duz it

a minute, wait a minute, who does it?
Muthafuckin' Eazy duz it, but how he do it?
Eazy duz it do it eazy, that's what I'm
Stop, man, whatcha gonna do

Now I'm a break it down just to tell a story
Straight out the box, the gangsta category
About a sucker, a muthafucka
He's addicted, he's a smoker but in called a clucker

He used to a house car an' golden rings
But the cooky, crack took all those things
He must of starvin' 'cause he broke in my house
Caught the nigga on the an' straight took his ass out

Now I wanted for a that I had to commit
Yea, I went to jail, but wasn't shit
Got to the about a quarter of nine
Called my bitch to get me out I was down for mine

The was a trip cold hung up the phone
Now my phone call was in the gankin' zone
All the things I did for her like her rich
I swear when I get out, I'm gonna kill the

Well by now you know it was just my luck
The bailiff of the station was a cluck
I looked him in the eye an' said, What's up?
An' said let's a deal, you know I'll do you up

Now on the streets an' my records are clean
I on my bitch wit my Uzi machine
Went to the house an' kicked down the
Unloaded like hell, smoked the ho

I'm a gansta havin' fun
Never leave the pad packin' a gun
hard as fuck, I make you ask what was it
Boy you should have by now, Eazy duz it

around the way, born in '73
Hardcore B boy Eazy-E
'88 now, '73's obsolete
A nigga wit a serious ass attitude an' 100%

An' if you all wanna some more
In one way or the other, I'm a bad
Word to the