Luyện nghe bài hát 8-ball

Verse Eazy E

I don't brass monkey like to be funky
Nickname E your 8 ball junkie
Bass drum kicking to my shit
Rap a hole in my boy I don't quit
Crowd rocking from around the way
I got a six shooter yo I'm mean and
Rolling the hood to find the boys
Kick dust and cuss up some noise
Police on my drawers I have to
40 ounce in my lap and it's my balls
Hook a turn and let the boys 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 Gaye's greatest
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 at the face, and the bitch was to the curb
Hoes on my tip for the I'm holding
Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball

Two: Eazy-E

Riding on down towards Crenshaw
Turned down the sound to the law
Stopped at a and had a fit
a Mexican 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 cause it's that
Came out with a silver gat
Fired at the punk and it was all
I had to show the what time it was
Pulled out the jammy and like a
A sissy like that got out of
Sucka on me cause the I'm holding
Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 Ball

Verse Three:

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

Four: Eazy-E

Pass the brew mother fucker while I shit up
and you all listen up close to call
Eazy-E's in the place I got and juice
with me and we make the deuce
Dre makes the beats so goddamn
Do the Olde 8 fuck the monkey
Ice writes the rhymes, that I say
Hail to the from CIA
Crazy D is and in effect
We make hard core jams so respect
Make a toast all you punks to the title I'm
Eazy-E's up and got the 8 ball rolling