Luyện nghe bài hát 8 Ball (remix)

1:
I don't drink brass monkey, to be funky
Nickname Eazy-E 8 ball junkie
drum kickin', to show my shit
Rap a hole in my dick, boy I quit
Crowd motherfucker from around the way
I got a six yo mean hombre
Rolling through the hood to find the boys kick dust and cuss crank up noise
Police on my drawers, I to pause
40 ounce in my lap and it's freezing my
Hook a right turn and let the boys go
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
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
at a light and had a fit,
Cos a mexican 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 inside cos like that,
back out with a silver Gat.
Fired at the punk and it was all
I had to the nigga what time it was.

3:
Put up the jam and, a mirage,
A sissy like 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 bitches already "Eric yo breath smells"
in hand, that's what I got,
"Yo man, you see Eazy hurlin' in the 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 your and we get em up.
I start drivin the dog, and you fold,
Just dumb, of cum, got num dot co.
"Make you sick, ya snotty-nose prick,
Now your fly is all over his dick."
Punk got dropped, cos the I'm holdin'
fucked up and got the 8-ball rollin'.

4:
Pass the broom, motherfucker, I tear 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 the beat so god-damn 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 fucked up and got the rollin.