Luyện nghe bài hát Hell Breaks Loose

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

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

Now be the part 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
Everywhere we go it seems looking for any excuse
To just, cut,
So this'll be the part of the that they drop the needle on
And hell, breaks,

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

Now be the part of the song that they drop the needle on
And hell, breaks,
Try to restrain us you can't contain us, 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 they drop the needle on
And hell, breaks,

Now I know you're feeling discouraged but homie mark my words
I'm mur-ur-during the flow, courage I'm fin' to blow
As soon as we hit the do' power head to toe
I'm sure to push it as far as are meant to go
in the indigo Winnebago with tinted windows
Ferocious as we proceed to up the block wit yo' ho
With speakers knocking it's 3 o'clock, me and Doc 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, move 'til you injure your
Yeah, move it or lose it freak, to the beat, lose yourself indubitably
up on that little cute chick
Right there that'll be pretty stupid of me
and raised in the C-P-T, yeah Los Angeles, rules of the streets
Them haters hating on me, but I refuse to any sleep
Keep that in the seat, "Dre fell off", that's news to me

Now this'll be the part of the song that they drop the 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,