Luyện nghe bài hát 8 Ball (remix)

1:
I don't drink brass monkey, to be funky
Nickname Eazy-E your 8 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 shooter yo hombre
Rolling the hood to find the boys kick dust and cuss crank up some noise
Police on my drawers, I to pause
40 ounce in my lap and it's my balls
Hook a turn and let the boys go past
I say to myself, They can kiss my ass
Hip to get drunk got the 8 in my
Put in the old tape Marvin greatest 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 at the face, and the bitch was to the curb
Hoes on my tip for the title I'm
Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball

2:
Riding on Slauson down towards
Turned south, to dish the law
at a light 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 as punk had to go in my trunk.
inside cos it's like that,
Came out with a silver Gat.
at the punk and it was all because
I had to show the nigga what 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 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 said "Eric yo smells"
40-ounce in hand, what I got,
"Yo man, you see Eazy hurlin' in the lot?"
Stepped on yo foot, dissed yo ho,
Asked her to dance and she "Hell, no"
her a bitch, cos that's the rule,
Boys in the hood to keep me cool.
Tell me, homeboy, you wanna kick my
I walked in face and we get em up.
I drivin the dog, and watch you fold,
Just dumb, of cum, got num dot co.
"Make you sick, ya snotty-nose prick,
Now your fly bitch is all his dick."
got dropped, cos the title I'm holdin'
Eazy-E's fucked up and got the rollin'.

4:
Pass the broom, motherfucker, while I shit up,
And y'all listen up to roll-call.
in the place, I got money and juice,
Rendezvous me and we make the deuce.
Dre makes the so god-damn funky,
Do the 0-8, fuck the monkey.
Ice Cube writes the that I say,
Hail to the from CIA.
D is down and in effect,
We make hardcore jams, so respect.
Make a toast, pumpy to the title I'm holdin'
Eazy-E's up and got the 8-ball rollin.