Luyện nghe bài hát Hell Breaks Lose

I want you, to something
That when I come up in bitch I want the fans jumping
I want the fists, pumping in the air, I don't like a millionaire
But I like 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 even be a B, it's just me and
You'll be in the E.R., we are with so much TNT
We may blow, no not even CPR from the
Could help you to resuscitate, you busters must be flustered,
You can't cut the mustard, what's problem, can't you bust a grape?
{*chka-chk-chk*} What's my name? Shady came and crushed the game
It's really not even fair to them, they pale in comparison
So much they might as wear his skin
Don't you wish you just share his pen?
this shit's getting embarrassing
The fog is and the air is thin
he won't even let them try to breathe

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

Now this'll be the part of the song 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
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,

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

Now this'll be the part of the song that they 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 this'll be the part of the song that they drop the on
And hell, breaks,

Now I know you're feeling discouraged but homie just 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 to push it as far as words are meant to go
We're in the indigo Winnebago with tinted
as we proceed to beat up the block wit yo' ho
With speakers knocking it's 3 o'clock, me and Doc then to drop
"E" and hop out the vehicle and on your do'

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

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, we're still gonna 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 they drop the on
And hell, breaks,