Luyện nghe bài hát Hell Breaks Loose

I you, to understand something
That when I come up in this I want the fans jumping
I the fists, pumping in the air, I don't look like a millionaire
But I feel like a million bucks, ladies ya fill your cups
come 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 your problem, you bust a grape?
{*chka-chk-chk*} What's my name? Shady came and just 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 you could just share his pen?
Cause this shit's embarrassing
The fog is and the air is thin
Cause he won't even let them try to

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

Now this'll be the part of the that they drop the needle on
And hell, breaks,
Try to restrain us you can't contain us, we're still 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 they drop the needle on
And hell, breaks,

is when shit hits the fan, like it just splattered on Stan
This is the only moment that matters, homie rolling with Mathers
Like chaos erupts, Em's in back, in the front
So do we say at once, this song's like a seance, it hums
(It makes them in a trance, no choice, they have to dance)
like the playoffs, just making sure that we stay in the hunt
Take a day off for what? Man, you lay off the blunts
You must be smoking
You I ain't smoking nothing, stay off my nuts
Now hit the flo' baby, to wipe away all the rust
Shake all them cobwebs loose, loosen up with a little bit of Grey
girl 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 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 came here to the roof
Yeah man ain't the truth, girl your man's back in the booth
Definitely back up in this bitch, and 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, we're still gonna make a
No what, we, do
we go it seems 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,

Now I know you're feeling discouraged but homie just mark my
I'm mur-ur-during the flow, liquid courage I'm fin' to
As soon as we hit the do' power head to toe
I'm sure to it as far as words 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 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 'fore we and puff and we blow
We ain't bluffing for nothing, we'll knock the out you
Revenge is so sweet, move 'til you your feet
Yeah, move it or it freak, move to the beat, lose yourself indubitably
Pass up on that little chick
Right there that'll be pretty stupid of me
Born and raised in the C-P-T, yeah Los Angeles, of the streets
Them haters on me, but I refuse to lose any sleep
Keep deuce-deuce in the seat, "Dre fell off", that's news to me

Now be the part of the song that they drop 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 of the song that they drop the needle on
And hell, breaks,