Luyện nghe bài hát Eazy Duz It

He was once a from around the way, Eazy
But you should, bitch, the fuck up
Get the fuck here, yo, Trey
Wassup? Gimme a ass bassline

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

Well, I'm Eazy-E, I got galore
You may have a lot of bitches but I got more
Wit my super duper group 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 I know how
An' if a sucker shit, I give him a

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

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

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

I was muthafukas out
your name boy? Funky, fresh Eazy-E
Kick, kick shit
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 corner bumpin' the box
But you know that's an alibi for the rocks

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

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

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

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

Wait a minute, wait a minute, who it?
Eazy 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
out the box, from the gangsta category
About a sucker, a muthafucka
He's addicted, he's a but in Compton called a clucker

He used to have a car an' golden rings
But the cooky, cooky crack took all things
He must of been starvin' 'cause he in my house
the nigga 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 that shit
Got to the station about a of nine
Called my to get me out 'cause I was down for mine

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

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

Now back on the an' my records are clean
I creeped on my wit my Uzi machine
Went to the an' kicked down the door
Unloaded hell, cold smoked the ho

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

around the way, born in '73
Hardcore B boy named
It's '88 now, 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