Luyện nghe bài hát 8-ball

Verse One: E

I don't drink brass monkey to be funky
Nickname Eazy E 8 ball junkie
drum kicking to show my shit
Rap a in my dick boy I don't quit
Crowd rocking motherfucker from the way
I got a six yo I'm mean and brave
Rolling through the to find the boys
Kick dust and cuss crank up some
Police on my drawers I to pause
40 ounce in my lap and it's freezing my
Hook a right turn and let the boys go
and I say to myself, "They can my ass"
Hip to get got the 8 in my lips
Put in the old tape Marvin Gaye's hits
Turn the up had the bass cold whomping
Cruising through the east side south of
See a big ass and I say
I took a look at the face, and the bitch was to the
on my tip for the title I'm holding
Eazy-E's up and got the 8 ball rolling

Verse Two:

Riding on Slauson down towards
Turned down the sound to the law
Stopped at a and had a fit
Cause a Mexican almost my shit
Flipped his ass off put it to the
Bottle was empty so I went to the
Nigga on tip cause I was
See a ass punk had to go in my trunk
Reached inside cause it's that
Came out with a silver gat
Fired at the and it was all because
I had to the nigger what time it was
Pulled out the and like a mirage
A sissy like that got out of
Sucka on me the title I'm holding
fucked up and got the 8 Ball rolling

Verse Eazy-E

Olde English 800 cause my brand
it in a bottle, 40, quart, or can
Drink it a madman yes I do
Fuck the and a 502
Stepped in the park I was as hell
bitches already said, "Eric your breath smells!"
40 ounce in hand what I got
"Yo man you see Eazy in the parking lot?"
Stepped on your cold dissed your hoe
her to dance and she said, "Hell No!"
Called her a bitch that's the rule
Boyz n tha trying to keep me cool
Tell my homeboy you wanna kick my
I in your face and we get on up
I start the dogs and watch you fall
Just dumb full of cumn got knocked out
"Make you look sick you nosed prick!
Now your fly all over his dick!"
Punk got dropped the title I'm holding
fucked up and got the 8 ball rolling

Verse Eazy-E

Pass the brew mother while I tear shit up
and you all listen up to roll call
Eazy-E's in the place I got money and
with me and we make the deuce
Dre the beats so goddamn funky
Do the Olde 8 fuck the monkey
Ice writes the rhymes, that I say
Hail to the niggas CIA
Crazy D is down and in
We make hard core jams so fuck
Make a toast all you to the title I'm holding
Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 rolling