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 here, yo, Trey
Wassup? Gimme a ass bassline

What the fuck is up in the to be?
Comin' on the mic is muthafuckin' E
is on the beat, Yellow's on the cut
So listen up close, we rip shit up

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

'Cause I'm a hip hop thugster, I to be a mugster
If you Compton, you think 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', my trippin'
my switches, collect from my bitches
The money that I make so I can add to my

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

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

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

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

A dice game started so I said, What the
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 all makin' me rich
Then one punk got jealous, slapped my bitch

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

I'm a gansta havin' fun
Never leave the pad without a gun
Hittin' hard as fuck, I you ask what was it
Boy you should have 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, what I'm doin'
Stop, man, whatcha do now?

Now I'm a break it just to tell a little story
Straight out the box, from the category
a sucker, a sucker muthafucka
He's addicted, a smoker but in Compton called a clucker

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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