Luyện nghe bài hát 8 Ball (remix)

1:
I don't brass monkey, like to be funky
Nickname Eazy-E 8 ball junkie
Bass drum kickin', to show my
Rap a hole in my dick, boy I quit
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 to pause
40 ounce in my lap and it's my balls
Hook a right turn and let the go past
Then I say to myself, They can my ass
Hip to get drunk got the 8 in my
Put in the old tape Marvin Gaye's hits
Turn the shit up had the bass whomping
Cruising through the east side south of
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
fucked 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 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,
back out with a silver Gat.
Fired at the and it was all because
I had to the nigga what time it was.

3:
Put up the jam and, a mirage,
A sissy 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 hurlin' in the lot?"
on yo foot, cold dissed yo ho,
Asked her to and she said "Hell, no"
Called her a bitch, cos the rule,
Boys in the hood to keep me cool.
me, homeboy, you wanna kick my butt?
I walked in your and we get em up.
I start the dog, and watch you fold,
Just dumb, of cum, got num dot co.
"Make you look sick, ya prick,
Now fly bitch is all over his dick."
Punk got dropped, cos the 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 listen up to roll-call.
Eazy-E's in the place, I got and juice,
Rendezvous with me and we the deuce.
Dre makes the so god-damn funky,
Do the 0-8, the brass monkey.
Ice Cube writes the that I say,
Hail to the from CIA.
Crazy D is and in effect,
We hardcore jams, so fuck respect.
Make a toast, pumpy pump to the title I'm
fucked up and got the 8-ball rollin.