Luyện nghe bài hát 8 Ball (remix)

1:
I drink brass monkey, like to be funky
Nickname Eazy-E your 8 ball
Bass drum kickin', to my shit
Rap a hole in my dick, boy I don't
Crowd rocking motherfucker from the way
I got a six shooter yo hombre
Rolling through the hood to find the boys kick dust and cuss crank up some
on my drawers, I have to pause
40 in my lap and it's freezing my balls
Hook a right turn and let the boys go
I say to myself, They can kiss my ass
Hip to get got the 8 in my lips
Put in the old Marvin Gaye's greatest hits
Turn the 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 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 south, to dish the law
Stopped at a and had a fit,
Cos a almost wrecked 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 cos it's like that,
Came back out with a Gat.
Fired at the and it was all because
I had to show the nigga what 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 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 I was drunk as hell,
Three bitches already "Eric yo breath smells"
40-ounce in hand, that's I got,
"Yo man, you see hurlin' in the parkin' lot?"
on yo foot, cold dissed yo ho,
Asked her to and she said "Hell, no"
her a bitch, cos that's the rule,
Boys in the tryin to keep me cool.
Tell me, homeboy, you kick my butt?
I walked in your and we get em up.
I drivin the dog, and watch you fold,
dumb, full 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.
Eazy-E's in the place, I got 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,
Hail to the niggas CIA.
Crazy D is and in effect,
We make jams, so fuck respect.
Make a toast, pumpy to the title I'm holdin'
Eazy-E's up and got the 8-ball rollin.