Luyện nghe bài hát 8 Ball (remix)

1:
I don't drink monkey, like to be funky
Nickname Eazy-E your 8 junkie
drum kickin', to show my shit
Rap a in my dick, boy I don't quit
rocking motherfucker from around the way
I got a six shooter yo hombre
Rolling through the hood to find the boys kick dust and cuss crank up some
Police on my drawers, I have to
40 ounce in my lap and it's freezing my
Hook a right and let the boys go past
I say to myself, They can kiss my ass
Hip to get drunk got the 8 in my
Put in the old tape Marvin Gaye's greatest
Turn the up had the bass cold whomping
Cruising through the east side south of
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
Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball

2:
Riding on Slauson towards Crenshaw
Turned south, to dish the law
at a light and had a fit,
Cos a almost wrecked my shit.
his ass off, put it to the floor,
Bottle was so I went to the store.
Nigga on cos I was drunk,
See ya as punk had to go in my trunk.
Reached inside cos like that,
Came back out a silver Gat.
Fired at the punk and it was all
I had to the nigga what time it was.

3:
Put up the jam and, a mirage,
A sissy that got out of Dodge.
on me, cos the title I'm holdin'
Eazy-E's up and got the 8 ball 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 party I was as hell,
Three already said "Eric yo breath smells"
in hand, that's what I got,
"Yo man, you see Eazy in the parkin' lot?"
on yo foot, cold dissed yo ho,
Asked her to and she said "Hell, no"
her a bitch, cos that's the rule,
Boys in the tryin to keep me cool.
Tell me, homeboy, you wanna my butt?
I walked in face and we get em up.
I drivin the dog, and watch you fold,
dumb, full of cum, got num dot co.
"Make you sick, ya snotty-nose prick,
Now your fly is all over his dick."
Punk got dropped, cos the I'm holdin'
fucked up and got the 8-ball 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 beat so funky,
Do the 0-8, fuck the 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.
a toast, pumpy pump to the title I'm holdin'
Eazy-E's fucked up and got the rollin.