Luyện nghe bài hát Hell Breaks Lose

I want you, to understand
That when I come up in this bitch I want the fans
I want the fists, in the air, I don't look like a millionaire
But I feel like a million bucks, ladies won't ya fill cups
Shady's to fill ya up, are you a D or a C cup?
You could even be a B, just me and D-R-E
You'll be in the E.R., we are with so much TNT
We may blow, no not CPR from the EMT's
Could help you to resuscitate, you 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? Shady and just crushed the game
It's really not even fair to them, cause they in comparison
So much they might as well wear his
Don't you wish you could just share his
Cause this shit's getting
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 part of the song that they the needle on
And hell, breaks,
Try to us you can't 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 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 matters, your homie rolling 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, just making sure that we stay in the
Take a day off for what? Man, you better lay off the
You must be something
You think I ain't smoking nothing, off my nuts
Now hit the flo' baby, to wipe away all the rust
all them cobwebs loose, loosen up with a little bit of Grey Goose
Yeah girl shake that caboose, I don't 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 stand to lose, me and my goons are like animals
We come like a pack of wolves, and we came here to retract the roof
Yeah man ain't that the truth, girl your man's in the booth
Definitely back up in this bitch, and this is all hell breaks loose

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

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

Yeah, so let us in 'fore we huff and puff and we
We ain't bluffing for nothing, we'll 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
up on that little cute chick
Right that'll be pretty damn stupid of me
Born and raised in the C-P-T, yeah Los Angeles, of the streets
haters 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 of the song that they drop the needle on
And hell, breaks,
Try to restrain us you can't contain us, we're 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 they the needle on
And hell, breaks,