Luyện nghe bài hát 8-ball

Verse Eazy E

I don't drink brass like to be funky
Eazy E your 8 ball junkie
Bass drum kicking to my shit
Rap a hole in my dick boy I don't
Crowd rocking from around the way
I got a six shooter yo I'm mean and
Rolling through the hood to find the
Kick dust and cuss crank up noise
Police on my I have to pause
40 ounce in my lap and it's my balls
Hook a right and let the boys go past
and I say to myself, "They can my ass"
Hip to get got the 8 in my lips
Put in the old tape Gaye's greatest hits
Turn the shit up had the 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 was to the curb
Hoes on my tip for the I'm holding
Eazy-E's up and got the 8 ball rolling

Two: Eazy-E

Riding on Slauson towards Crenshaw
Turned the sound to ditch the law
Stopped at a and had a fit
Cause a Mexican almost my shit
his ass off put it to the floor
Bottle was so I went to the store
on tip cause I was drunk
See a sissy ass punk had to go in my
Reached inside cause it's that
Came out with a silver gat
at the punk and it was all because
I had to show the what time it was
Pulled out the and like a mirage
A sissy like that got out of
Sucka on me the title I'm holding
Eazy-E's up and got the 8 Ball rolling

Verse Eazy-E

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

Verse Eazy-E

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