Luyện nghe bài hát 8 Ball (remix)

1:
I don't drink brass monkey, like to be
Nickname Eazy-E your 8 ball
Bass drum kickin', to show my
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 boys kick dust and cuss crank up noise
Police on my drawers, I have to
40 in my lap and it's freezing my balls
Hook a right and let the boys go past
Then I say to myself, can kiss my ass
Hip to get drunk got the 8 in my
Put in the old tape Marvin 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
on my tip for the title I'm holding
Eazy-E's up and got the 8 ball rolling

2:
Riding on Slauson towards Crenshaw
Turned down south, to 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.
Nigga on cos I was drunk,
See ya sissy as had to go in my trunk.
inside cos it's like 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 like that got out of Dodge.
Sucker on me, cos the I'm holdin'
fucked 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"
40-ounce in hand, what I got,
"Yo man, you see hurlin' in the parkin' lot?"
on yo foot, cold dissed yo ho,
Asked her to dance and she "Hell, no"
her a bitch, cos that's the rule,
Boys in the hood tryin to me cool.
Tell me, homeboy, you wanna my butt?
I in your face 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
fucked up and got the 8-ball rollin'.

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