Luyện nghe bài hát Hell Breaks Lose

I want you, to understand
That I come up in this bitch I want the fans jumping
I want the fists, pumping in the air, I look like a millionaire
But I feel like a bucks, ladies won't ya fill your cups
Shady's come to ya up, are you a D or a C cup?
You could even be a B, it's me and D-R-E
You'll be in the E.R., we are strapped with so TNT
We may blow, no not even CPR from the
help you to resuscitate, you busters must be flustered, wait
You can't cut the mustard, what's problem, can't you bust a grape?
{*chka-chk-chk*} What's my name? came and just crushed the game
really not even fair to them, cause they pale in comparison
So much they might as well his skin
Don't you wish you could share his pen?
Cause shit's getting embarrassing
The fog is thick and the air is
he won't even let them try to breathe

He makes it look so easy, girl you hit the lottery

Now this'll be the of the song that they drop the needle on
And hell, breaks,
Try to restrain us you can't us, we're still gonna make a stink
No what, we, do
we go it seems we're looking for any excuse
To just, cut,
So this'll be the part of the song that drop the needle on
And hell, breaks,

This is when shit hits the fan, like it just splattered on
is the only moment that matters, your homie rolling with Mathers
Like chaos erupts, Em's in back, Dre's in the
So do we say at once, this song's like a seance, it hums
(It makes them stay in a trance, no choice, have to dance)
It's the playoffs, just making sure that we stay in the hunt
Take a day off for what? Man, you lay off the blunts
You must be something
You think I smoking nothing, stay off my nuts
Now hit the flo' baby, time to away all the rust
Shake all them cobwebs loose, loosen up with a bit of Grey Goose
Yeah girl that caboose, I don't wanna see you try to make no excuse
D-R-E is on the loose, a when it comes to the chronic use
You know I can't stand to lose, me and my goons are animals
We come like a pack of wolves, and we came here to retract the roof
Yeah man ain't that the truth, girl man's back in the booth
back up in this bitch, and this is when all hell breaks loose

Now this'll be the of the song that they drop the needle on
And hell, breaks,
Try to restrain us you can't contain us, we're still gonna make a
No what, we, do
Everywhere we go it we're looking for any excuse
To just, cut,
So be the part of the song that they drop the needle on
And hell, breaks,

Now I know you're feeling discouraged but just mark my words
I'm the flow, liquid courage I'm fin' to blow
As soon as we hit the do' surges head to toe
I'm sure to push it as far as words are to go
We're in the indigo with tinted windows
Ferocious as we to beat up the block wit yo' ho
speakers knocking it's 3 o'clock, me and Doc then proceed to drop
"E" and hop out the vehicle and knock on do'

Yeah, so let us in 'fore we huff and and we blow
We bluffing for nothing, we'll knock the stuffing out you
Revenge is so sweet, 'til you injure your feet
Yeah, move it or lose it freak, to the beat, lose yourself indubitably
Pass up on little cute chick
Right there that'll be damn stupid of me
Born and raised in the C-P-T, yeah Los Angeles, rules of the
Them hating on me, but I refuse to lose any sleep
Keep that deuce-deuce in the seat, "Dre off", that's news to me

Now this'll be the part of the song that drop the needle on
And hell, breaks,
Try to restrain us you contain us, we're still gonna make a stink
No what, we, do
Everywhere we go it seems we're for any excuse
To just, cut,
So be the part of the song that they drop the needle on
And hell, breaks,