Luyện nghe bài hát 8 Ball (remix)

1:
I drink brass monkey, like to be funky
Eazy-E your 8 ball junkie
Bass kickin', to show my shit
Rap a hole in my dick, boy I quit
Crowd motherfucker from around the way
I got a six shooter yo mean
Rolling through the hood to find the boys kick dust and cuss crank up noise
on my drawers, I have to pause
40 ounce in my lap and freezing my balls
Hook a turn and let the boys go past
Then I say to myself, They can my ass
Hip to get drunk got the 8 in my
Put in the old tape Marvin Gaye's hits
Turn the up had the bass cold whomping
Cruising through the side south of Compton
See a big ass and I say
I took a at the face, and the bitch was to the curb
on my tip for the title I'm holding
Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball

2:
Riding on Slauson down Crenshaw
Turned down south, to the law
at a light and had a fit,
Cos a mexican wrecked my shit.
his ass off, put it to the floor,
Bottle was so I went to the store.
on till cos I was drunk,
See ya sissy as had to go in my trunk.
Reached inside cos it's that,
Came back out with a Gat.
at the punk and it was all because
I had to show the nigga time it was.

3:
Put up the jam and, a mirage,
A like that got out of Dodge.
Sucker on me, cos the 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 party I was as hell,
Three bitches already "Eric yo breath smells"
in hand, that's what I got,
"Yo man, you see Eazy hurlin' in the lot?"
Stepped on yo foot, cold yo ho,
Asked her to dance and she "Hell, no"
her a bitch, cos that's the rule,
Boys in the hood to keep me cool.
me, homeboy, you wanna kick my butt?
I walked in your and we get em up.
I start drivin the dog, and you fold,
Just dumb, of cum, got num dot co.
"Make you sick, ya snotty-nose prick,
Now fly bitch 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, while I shit up,
And y'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 god-damn funky,
Do the 0-8, fuck the monkey.
Ice Cube writes the rhymes I say,
Hail to the niggas CIA.
Crazy D is and in effect,
We make hardcore jams, so respect.
Make a toast, pumpy pump to the I'm holdin'
Eazy-E's fucked up and got the rollin.