Luyện nghe bài hát 8 Ball (remix)

1:
I don't drink brass monkey, to be funky
Eazy-E your 8 ball junkie
Bass kickin', to show my shit
Rap a hole in my dick, boy I quit
rocking motherfucker from around the way
I got a six shooter yo mean
Rolling through the hood to find the boys dust and cuss crank up some noise
Police on my drawers, I have to
40 in my lap and it's freezing my balls
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 Marvin Gaye's greatest
the shit up had the bass cold whomping
Cruising through the east side 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 I'm holding
Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 rolling

2:
Riding on Slauson down Crenshaw
Turned down south, to the law
Stopped at a and had a fit,
Cos a mexican wrecked my shit.
his ass off, put it to the floor,
Bottle was so I went to the store.
on till cos I was drunk,
See ya sissy as had to go in my trunk.
Reached inside cos it's 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 title I'm
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 already said "Eric yo breath smells"
40-ounce in hand, that's I got,
"Yo man, you see hurlin' in the parkin' lot?"
Stepped on yo foot, cold yo ho,
her to dance and she said "Hell, no"
Called her a bitch, cos the rule,
Boys in the tryin to keep me cool.
Tell me, homeboy, you kick my butt?
I walked in face 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 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 up close to roll-call.
Eazy-E's in the place, I got 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 rhymes 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
Eazy-E's fucked up and got the rollin.