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 hole in my dick boy I quit
Crowd rocking from around the way
I got a six shooter yo I'm mean and
Rolling through the hood to the boys
Kick dust and cuss up some noise
Police on my I have to pause
40 ounce in my lap and it's my balls
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 Gaye's greatest hits
Turn the shit up had the bass whomping
Cruising through the side 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 title I'm
fucked up and got the 8 ball rolling

Verse Two:

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

Verse Three:

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

Verse Eazy-E

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