Luyện nghe bài hát 8 Ball (remix)

1:
I don't drink brass monkey, to be funky
Nickname your 8 ball junkie
drum kickin', to show my shit
Rap a hole in my dick, boy I quit
rocking motherfucker from around the way
I got a six yo mean hombre
through the hood to find the boys kick dust and cuss crank up some noise
Police on my drawers, I have to
40 ounce in my lap and freezing my balls
Hook a right 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 Marvin greatest hits
the shit up had the bass cold whomping
Cruising the east side south of Compton
See a big ass and I say
I took a look at the face, and the bitch was to the
Hoes on my tip for the title I'm
Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 rolling

2:
Riding on down towards Crenshaw
Turned down south, to 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 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 like that,
Came back out with a Gat.
at the punk and it was all because
I had to the nigga 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'
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 I was drunk as hell,
Three bitches already "Eric yo breath smells"
40-ounce in hand, what I got,
"Yo man, you see Eazy in the parkin' lot?"
Stepped on yo foot, cold yo ho,
Asked her to dance and she "Hell, no"
Called her a bitch, cos the rule,
Boys in the hood tryin to me cool.
Tell me, homeboy, you wanna my butt?
I walked in 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 is all over his dick."
got dropped, cos the title I'm holdin'
Eazy-E's up and got the 8-ball rollin'.

4:
Pass the broom, motherfucker, I tear shit 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, the brass monkey.
Ice Cube writes the rhymes I say,
to the niggas from 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 up and got the 8-ball rollin.