Luyện nghe bài hát 8 Ball (remix)

1:
I drink brass 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 don't
Crowd rocking from around the way
I got a six shooter yo hombre
Rolling through the hood to find the kick dust and cuss crank up some noise
Police on my drawers, I to pause
40 ounce in my lap and it's freezing my
a right turn and let the boys go past
Then 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 cold whomping
Cruising through the east side of Compton
See a big ass and I say
I took a look at the face, and the was to the curb
Hoes on my tip for the title I'm
fucked up and got the 8 ball rolling

2:
Riding on down towards Crenshaw
down south, to dish the law
Stopped at a 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.
on till cos I was drunk,
See ya sissy as had to go in my trunk.
Reached cos it's like that,
back out with a silver Gat.
Fired at the and it was all because
I had to show the nigga time it was.

3:
Put up the jam and, a mirage,
A sissy like got out of Dodge.
Sucker on me, cos the 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 bitches already said "Eric yo 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 and she said "Hell, no"
Called her a bitch, cos the rule,
Boys in the hood tryin to me cool.
me, homeboy, you wanna kick my butt?
I walked in face 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 fly bitch is all over his dick."
got dropped, cos the title I'm holdin'
Eazy-E's fucked up and got the rollin'.

4:
Pass the broom, motherfucker, while I shit up,
And y'all listen up to roll-call.
in the place, I got money and juice,
Rendezvous me and we make 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.
a toast, pumpy pump to the title I'm holdin'
Eazy-E's fucked up and got the rollin.