Luyện nghe bài hát Hell Breaks Loose

I want you, to understand
That when I up in this bitch I want the fans jumping
I want the fists, in the air, I don't look like a millionaire
But I feel like a million bucks, won't ya fill your cups
Shady's come to fill ya up, are you a D or a C
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 even CPR from the
help you to resuscitate, you busters must be flustered, wait
You can't cut the mustard, your problem, can't you bust a grape?
What's my name? Shady came and just crushed the game
It's really not even fair to them, cause they in comparison
So they might as well wear his skin
you wish you could just share his pen?
Cause this shit's getting
The fog is thick and the air is
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 that they 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 be the part of the song that they drop the needle on
And hell, breaks,

This is when shit the fan, like it just splattered on Stan
This is the only moment that matters, homie rolling with Mathers
Like erupts, Em's in back, Dre's in the front
So do what we say at once, this song's a seance, it hums
(It makes them in a trance, no choice, they have to dance)
It's the playoffs, just making sure that we stay in the hunt
Take a day off for what? Man, you lay off the blunts
You be smoking something
You think I smoking nothing, stay off my nuts
Now hit the flo' baby, time to wipe away all the
Shake all cobwebs loose, loosen up with a little bit of Grey Goose
Yeah girl shake 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 stand to lose, me and my goons are like animals
We come through like a pack of wolves, and we 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 is when all hell breaks loose

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

Now I know you're feeling but homie just mark my words
I'm mur-ur-during the flow, liquid I'm fin' to blow
As as we hit the do' power surges head to toe
I'm sure to it as far as words are meant to go
We're in the indigo with tinted windows
Ferocious as we proceed to beat up the wit yo' ho
With speakers knocking it's 3 o'clock, me and Doc then proceed to
"E" and hop out the and knock on your 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, 'til you injure your feet
Yeah, it or lose it freak, move to the beat, lose yourself indubitably
Pass up on that cute chick
Right there that'll be damn stupid of me
Born and raised in the C-P-T, Los Angeles, rules of the streets
Them hating on me, but I refuse to lose 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 that they drop the on
And hell, breaks,
Try to restrain us you can't contain us, we're still 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 that they drop the needle on
And hell, breaks,