Luyện nghe bài hát 8-ball

Verse One: E

I don't drink brass like to be funky
Nickname Eazy E 8 ball junkie
Bass drum to show my shit
Rap a hole in my boy I don't quit
Crowd motherfucker from around the way
I got a six shooter yo I'm mean and
Rolling through the hood to the boys
Kick and cuss crank up some noise
Police on my drawers I have to
40 ounce in my lap and it's my balls
Hook a right turn and let the go past
and I say to myself, "They can my ass"
Hip to get drunk got the 8 in my
Put in the old tape Marvin greatest hits
the shit up had the bass cold whomping
Cruising the east side south of Compton
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 fucked up and got the 8 ball

Verse Eazy-E

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

Verse Eazy-E

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

Verse Eazy-E

Pass the brew fucker while I tear shit up
and you all up close to roll call
Eazy-E's in the I got money and juice
Rendezvous me and we make the deuce
Dre makes the so goddamn funky
Do the Olde 8 the brass monkey
Ice writes the rhymes, that I say
Hail to the from CIA
Crazy D is down and in
We make hard jams so fuck respect
Make a toast all you punks to the I'm holding
Eazy-E's up and got the 8 ball rolling