Luyện nghe bài hát Hell Breaks Loose

I want you, to something
That when I up in this bitch 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 won't ya fill 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 strapped 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? came and just crushed the game
It's really not even fair to them, cause they pale in
So much they as well wear his skin
Don't you you could just share his pen?
Cause shit's getting embarrassing
The fog is and the air is thin
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 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 shit hits the fan, like it just splattered on Stan
is the only moment that matters, your homie rolling with Mathers
Like chaos erupts, in back, Dre's in the front
So do what we say at once, this song's 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 stay in the
Take a day off for Man, you better 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
Shake all them 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
is on the loose, a mongoose when it comes to the chronic use
You know I can't to lose, me and my goons are like animals
We through like a pack of wolves, and we came here to retract the roof
Yeah man ain't that the truth, 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 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
we go it seems we're looking for any excuse
To just, cut,
So this'll be the part of the song that drop the needle on
And hell, breaks,

Now I know you're discouraged 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 push it as far as words are to go
We're in the indigo Winnebago tinted windows
Ferocious as we to beat up the block wit yo' ho
With speakers knocking it's 3 o'clock, me and Doc proceed to drop
"E" and hop out the vehicle and on your do'

Yeah, so let us in 'fore we huff and puff and we
We bluffing for nothing, we'll knock the stuffing out you
Revenge is so sweet, move 'til you injure feet
Yeah, move it or lose it freak, move to the beat, lose yourself
Pass up on little cute chick
Right there that'll be pretty damn of me
Born and raised in the C-P-T, yeah Los Angeles, of the streets
Them haters hating on me, but I to lose any sleep
Keep that deuce-deuce in the seat, "Dre fell off", that's 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 gonna 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,