Luyện nghe bài hát 8 Ball (remix)

1:
I don't brass monkey, like 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 rocking motherfucker around the way
I got a six yo mean hombre
Rolling the hood to find the boys kick dust and cuss crank up some noise
on my drawers, I have to pause
40 in my lap and it's freezing 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 greatest hits
Turn the shit up had the bass cold
through the east side south of Compton
See a big ass and I say
I a look at the face, and the bitch was to the curb
Hoes on my tip for the I'm holding
Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 rolling

2:
Riding on Slauson down towards
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 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 and it was all because
I had to show the what time it was.

3:
Put up the jam and, a mirage,
A like that 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 said "Eric yo breath smells"
in hand, that's what I got,
"Yo man, you see hurlin' in the parkin' lot?"
Stepped on yo foot, dissed yo ho,
her to dance and she said "Hell, no"
Called her a bitch, cos the rule,
in the hood tryin to keep me cool.
Tell me, homeboy, you kick my butt?
I in your face and we get em up.
I start drivin the dog, and you fold,
Just dumb, 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 fucked up and got the rollin'.

4:
Pass the broom, motherfucker, while I shit up,
And y'all up close 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, the brass monkey.
Ice Cube writes the rhymes I say,
to the niggas from CIA.
Crazy D is and in effect,
We make jams, so fuck respect.
Make a toast, pumpy pump to the title I'm
fucked up and got the 8-ball rollin.