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,
Wassup? Gimme a funky ass

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 comin' out to
Eazy-E, muthafukas, cold the boots

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 known by now, Eazy duz it

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now back on the streets an' my are clean
I creeped on my wit my Uzi machine
Went to the house an' down the door
like hell, cold smoked the ho

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

From around the way, in '73
Hardcore B boy named
It's '88 now, obsolete
A nigga wit a serious ass attitude an' street

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