Luyện nghe bài hát 8-ball

Verse One: E

I don't drink brass like to be funky
Nickname E your 8 ball junkie
Bass drum kicking to my shit
Rap a hole in my dick boy I don't
rocking motherfucker from around the way
I got a six shooter yo I'm mean and
through the hood to find the boys
Kick dust and crank up some noise
Police on my drawers I to pause
40 ounce in my lap and it's freezing my
a right turn and let the boys go past
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 south of Compton
See a big ass and I say
I took a look at the face, and the bitch was to the
Hoes on my tip for the I'm holding
Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball

Verse Two:

on Slauson down towards Crenshaw
Turned down the sound to the law
at a light and had a fit
Cause a Mexican almost wrecked my
his ass off put it to the floor
Bottle was empty so I went to the
Nigga on tip I was drunk
See a ass punk had to go in my trunk
Reached cause it's like that
Came back out a silver gat
Fired at the and it was all because
I had to show the nigger what it was
Pulled out the and like a mirage
A sissy like that got out of
on me cause the title I'm holding
Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 Ball

Verse Three:

English 800 cause that's 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 drunk as
Three bitches already said, "Eric your smells!"
40 ounce in hand that's I got
"Yo man you see Eazy hurlin' in the lot?"
on your foot cold dissed your hoe
Asked her to 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 my butt
I in your face and we get on up
I start dodging the and watch you fall
Just dumb full of got knocked out cold
"Make you sick you snotty nosed prick!
Now your fly bitches all his dick!"
Punk got dropped cause the I'm holding
Eazy-E's up and got the 8 ball rolling

Four: Eazy-E

Pass the brew fucker while I tear shit up
and you all listen up close to roll
Eazy-E's in the place I got and juice
with me and we make the deuce
Dre makes the beats so funky
Do the Olde 8 fuck the monkey
Ice Cube 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 all you punks to the title I'm holding
fucked up and got the 8 ball rolling