Luyện nghe bài hát Eazy Duz It

He was a thug from around the way, Eazy
But you should, bitch, shut the 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, we rip shit 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, cold knockin' the

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

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

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

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

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

Rollin' through the hood, cold tearin' up
Stick my head out the 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 dice game started so I said, What the
So I put my in park an' had to try my luck
Hard to wit my bitch jockin' 24 7
them muthafukas, ate 'em up, hit 11

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

He pulled out his gat, I knew he last
So I said to myself, Homeboy, you better fast
He shot, then I
As you can see, I cold his ass

I'm a gansta havin' fun
Never leave the pad without a gun
Hittin' as fuck, I make you ask what was it
Boy you should known by now, Eazy duz it

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

Now I'm a break it down just to a little story
Straight out the box, from the gangsta
About a sucker, a sucker
addicted, he's a smoker but in Compton called a clucker

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

Now I for a murder 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 'cause I was for mine

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

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

Now back on the streets an' my are clean
I creeped on my bitch wit my Uzi
to the house an' kicked down the door
Unloaded hell, cold smoked the ho

Because I'm a gansta fun
Never the pad without packin' a gun
Hittin' hard as fuck, I you ask what was it
Boy you should have known by now, duz it

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

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