Luyện nghe bài hát 8 Ball (remix)

1:
I don't 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 don't
Crowd rocking motherfucker around the way
I got a six yo mean 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 freezing my balls
Hook a right turn and let the go past
I say to myself, They can kiss my ass
Hip to get got the 8 in my lips
Put in the old tape Marvin Gaye's greatest
Turn the shit up had the bass 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 title I'm
Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball

2:
Riding on Slauson down towards
Turned south, to dish 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.
Nigga on cos I was drunk,
See ya as punk had to go in my trunk.
Reached inside cos it's that,
Came out with a silver Gat.
Fired at the punk and it was all
I had to show the 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 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,
Three already said "Eric yo breath smells"
40-ounce in hand, what I got,
"Yo man, you see Eazy in the parkin' lot?"
Stepped on yo foot, dissed yo ho,
her to dance 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 your and we get em up.
I start drivin the dog, and 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 title I'm
Eazy-E's fucked up and got the rollin'.

4:
Pass the broom, motherfucker, while I tear 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 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 up and got the 8-ball rollin.