Luyện nghe bài hát Hell Breaks Lose

I want you, to understand
That when I up in this bitch I want the fans jumping
I want the fists, pumping in the air, I don't look like a
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 even be a B, it's just me and
You'll be in the E.R., we are strapped 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, your 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 pale in comparison
So much might as well wear his skin
Don't you wish you could share his pen?
Cause this shit's getting
The fog is thick and the air is
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 restrain us you can't contain us, we're 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 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 matters, your homie rolling with Mathers
Like erupts, Em's 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, have 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 that caboose, I don't wanna see you try to make no excuse
D-R-E is on the loose, a when it comes to the chronic use
You know I can't stand to lose, me and my goons are like
We come through a pack of wolves, and we came here to retract the roof
Yeah man ain't that the truth, girl your man's back in the
Definitely back up in this bitch, and is when all hell breaks loose

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, 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 drop the needle on
And hell, breaks,

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

Yeah, so let us in we huff and puff and we blow
We ain't bluffing for nothing, we'll the stuffing out you
Revenge is so sweet, move you injure your feet
Yeah, it or lose it freak, move to the beat, lose yourself indubitably
Pass up on that little cute
there that'll be pretty damn stupid of me
Born and raised in the C-P-T, yeah Los Angeles, of the streets
Them haters hating on me, but I refuse to 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 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 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,