Luyện nghe bài hát Hell Breaks Loose

I you, to understand something
That when I come up in this bitch I the fans jumping
I want the fists, pumping in the air, I look like a millionaire
But I feel like a million bucks, ladies won't ya 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
be in the E.R., we are strapped with so much TNT
We may blow, no not CPR from the EMT's
Could help you to resuscitate, you busters be flustered, wait
You can't cut the mustard, what's your problem, 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, cause they in comparison
So much they as well wear his skin
Don't you you could just share his pen?
this shit's getting embarrassing
The fog is thick and the air is
he won't even let them try to breathe

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

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, we're gonna make a stink
No what, we, do
Everywhere we go it seems we're looking for any
To just, cut,
So this'll be the part of the song that they the needle on
And hell, breaks,

This is when shit hits the fan, like it splattered on Stan
This is the only that matters, your homie rolling with Mathers
Like chaos erupts, in back, Dre's in the front
So do we say at once, this 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 that we in the hunt
Take a day off for what? Man, you lay off the blunts
You must be smoking
You think I ain't smoking nothing, stay off my
Now hit the flo' baby, time to wipe away all the
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 mongoose it comes to the chronic use
You know I can't stand to lose, me and my goons are like
We come like a pack of wolves, and we came here to retract the roof
Yeah man ain't the truth, girl your man's back in the booth
Definitely back up in this bitch, and this is when all hell breaks

Now this'll be the part of the song that they drop the 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 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 feeling discouraged but homie just mark my words
I'm mur-ur-during the flow, 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 are meant to go
We're in the indigo 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 then proceed to
"E" and hop out the vehicle and knock on do'

Yeah, so let us in 'fore we huff and and we blow
We ain't for nothing, we'll knock the stuffing out you
Revenge is so sweet, move 'til you your feet
Yeah, move it or lose it freak, move to the beat, lose yourself
up on that 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 can't contain us, still gonna make a stink
No what, we, do
Everywhere we go it seems we're looking for any
To just, cut,
So this'll be the part of the song that they drop the on
And hell, breaks,