Luyện nghe bài hát 8 Ball (remix)

1:
I don't drink brass monkey, like to be
Nickname Eazy-E 8 ball junkie
Bass kickin', to show my shit
Rap a hole in my dick, boy I don't
Crowd rocking from around the way
I got a six yo mean hombre
Rolling through the hood to find the kick dust and cuss crank up some noise
Police on my drawers, I to pause
40 in my lap and it's freezing my balls
Hook a right turn and let the go past
I say to myself, They can kiss my ass
Hip to get drunk got the 8 in my
Put in the old Marvin Gaye's greatest hits
Turn the up had the bass cold whomping
Cruising the east side south of Compton
See a big ass and I say
I a look at the face, and the bitch was to the curb
Hoes on my tip for the I'm holding
fucked up and got the 8 ball rolling

2:
Riding on Slauson down Crenshaw
Turned down south, to the law
at a light and had a fit,
Cos a mexican almost my shit.
his ass off, put it to the floor,
Bottle was empty so I to the store.
Nigga on cos I was drunk,
See ya as punk had to go in my trunk.
Reached cos it's like that,
Came out with a silver Gat.
Fired at the punk and it was all
I had to show the nigga what it was.

3:
Put up the jam and, a mirage,
A like that got out of Dodge.
on me, cos the title I'm holdin'
Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 rollin'
Old E's 800 cos my plan.
it in a bottle, 40, quart, or can.
Drink it a madman, yes I do,
the police, and a 5-0 too.
Stepped at a I was drunk as hell,
Three bitches already said "Eric yo smells"
40-ounce in hand, that's I got,
"Yo man, you see Eazy in the parkin' lot?"
Stepped on yo foot, cold yo ho,
Asked her to and she said "Hell, no"
her a bitch, cos that's the rule,
Boys in the hood to keep me cool.
Tell me, homeboy, you kick my butt?
I walked in your and we get em up.
I start the dog, and watch you fold,
dumb, full of cum, got num dot co.
"Make you look sick, ya prick,
Now your fly bitch is all his dick."
Punk got dropped, cos the I'm holdin'
Eazy-E's fucked up and got the rollin'.

4:
Pass the broom, motherfucker, I tear shit up,
And y'all listen up to roll-call.
Eazy-E's in the place, I got and juice,
with me and we make the deuce.
Dre makes the so god-damn funky,
Do the 0-8, the brass monkey.
Ice writes the rhymes that I say,
to the niggas from CIA.
Crazy D is and in effect,
We make jams, so fuck respect.
Make a toast, pumpy pump to the title I'm
Eazy-E's fucked up and got the rollin.