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 don't like a millionaire
But I feel like a million bucks, 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
You'll be in the E.R., we are 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 problem, can't you bust a grape?
{*chka-chk-chk*} What's my name? Shady came and just the game
It's really not even to them, cause they pale in comparison
So much they might as well wear his
Don't you wish you could just his pen?
Cause this shit's getting
The fog is and the air is thin
Cause he even let them try to breathe

He makes it look so easy, 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 contain us, we're still gonna make a stink
No what, we, do
Everywhere we go it 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,

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 we say at once, this song's like a seance, it hums
(It makes stay in a trance, no choice, they have to dance)
It's like the playoffs, just making sure that we in the hunt
Take a day off for Man, you better lay off the blunts
You must be smoking
You I ain't 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 little bit of Goose
Yeah girl that caboose, I don't wanna see you try to make no excuse
D-R-E is on the loose, a mongoose when it to the chronic use
You know I can't stand to lose, me and my goons are animals
We come through like a pack of wolves, and we here to retract the roof
Yeah man that the truth, girl your man's back in the booth
Definitely back up in this bitch, and this is when all hell breaks

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 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 they drop the needle on
And hell, breaks,

Now I know you're feeling discouraged but homie just my words
I'm mur-ur-during the flow, liquid I'm fin' to blow
As soon as we hit the do' power head to toe
I'm to push it as far as words are meant to go
We're in the indigo Winnebago with windows
Ferocious as we proceed to up the block wit yo' ho
With 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 we huff and puff 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, move to the beat, lose yourself
Pass up on that little chick
there that'll be pretty damn stupid of me
Born and in the C-P-T, yeah Los Angeles, rules of the streets
Them haters hating on me, but I refuse to any sleep
that deuce-deuce in the seat, "Dre fell off", that's news to me

Now this'll be the part of the song they 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 looking for any
To just, cut,
So this'll be the part of the song they drop the needle on
And hell, breaks,