Luyện nghe bài hát 8-ball

Verse Eazy E

I don't drink brass like to be funky
Nickname E your 8 ball junkie
Bass kicking to show my shit
Rap a hole in my boy I don't quit
Crowd rocking from around the way
I got a six shooter yo I'm mean and
Rolling through the hood to the boys
Kick dust and cuss up some noise
Police on my drawers I to pause
40 ounce in my lap and it's freezing my
Hook a turn and let the boys go past
and 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
the shit up had the bass cold whomping
Cruising the east side south 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 title I'm
fucked up and got the 8 ball rolling

Verse Two:

Riding on Slauson down Crenshaw
down the sound to ditch the law
Stopped at a and had a fit
Cause a almost wrecked my shit
Flipped his ass off put it to the
was empty so I went to the store
Nigga on tip cause I was
See a ass punk had to go in my trunk
Reached inside cause it's like
Came back out with a gat
at the punk and it was all because
I had to show the nigger time it was
Pulled out the jammy and a mirage
A sissy that got out of Dodge
Sucka on me cause the title I'm
fucked up and got the 8 Ball rolling

Verse Three:

Olde English 800 that's my brand
it in a bottle, 40, quart, or can
Drink it a madman yes I do
the police and a 502
Stepped in the I was drunk as hell
Three already said, "Eric your breath smells!"
40 ounce in hand what I got
"Yo man you see hurlin' in the parking lot?"
Stepped on foot cold dissed your hoe
her to dance and she said, "Hell No!"
Called her a bitch cause the rule
Boyz n tha Hood trying to me cool
my homeboy you wanna kick my butt
I walked in face and we get on up
I start dodging the dogs and you fall
Just dumb full of got knocked out cold
"Make you look sick you snotty prick!
Now your fly all over his dick!"
Punk got dropped cause the I'm holding
Eazy-E's up and got the 8 ball rolling

Verse Four:

the brew mother fucker while I tear shit up
and you all up close to roll call
Eazy-E's in the I got money and juice
Rendezvous me and we make the deuce
Dre the beats so goddamn funky
Do the Olde 8 fuck the monkey
Ice writes the rhymes, that I say
to the niggas from CIA
Crazy D is and in effect
We make core jams so fuck respect
a toast all you punks to the title I'm holding
Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball