Luyện nghe bài hát 8 Ball (remix)

1:
I don't drink monkey, like to be funky
Nickname Eazy-E 8 ball junkie
Bass drum kickin', to my shit
Rap a hole in my dick, boy I quit
Crowd rocking from around the way
I got a six shooter yo mean
Rolling through the hood to find the boys kick dust and crank up some noise
on my drawers, I have to pause
40 in my lap and it's freezing my balls
Hook a right turn and let the go past
Then I say to myself, They can my ass
Hip to get got the 8 in my lips
Put in the old Marvin Gaye's greatest hits
the shit 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 title I'm
fucked up and got the 8 ball rolling

2:
Riding on Slauson towards Crenshaw
Turned south, to dish 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 inside cos it's that,
back out with a silver Gat.
Fired at the and it was all because
I had to show the what time 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 ball
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,
bitches already said "Eric yo breath smells"
40-ounce in hand, that's I got,
"Yo man, you see Eazy hurlin' in the lot?"
on yo foot, cold dissed yo ho,
Asked her to dance and she "Hell, no"
Called her a bitch, cos the rule,
Boys in the hood tryin to 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,
Just dumb, of cum, got num dot co.
"Make you sick, ya snotty-nose prick,
Now your fly bitch is all his dick."
Punk got dropped, cos the I'm holdin'
fucked up and got the 8-ball rollin'.

4:
Pass the broom, motherfucker, while I shit up,
And y'all up close to roll-call.
in the place, I got money and juice,
Rendezvous with me and we the deuce.
Dre the beat so god-damn 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 hardcore jams, so respect.
Make a toast, pumpy to the title I'm holdin'
Eazy-E's fucked up and got the rollin.