Luyện nghe bài hát Hell Breaks Lose

I want you, to something
That when I come up in this bitch I the fans jumping
I want the fists, pumping in the air, I look like a millionaire
But I feel like a million bucks, ladies won't ya fill your
Shady's to fill ya up, are you a D or a C cup?
You could even be a B, it's 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 help you to resuscitate, you busters be flustered, wait
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 crushed the
It's really not even to them, cause they pale in comparison
So much they might as wear his skin
you wish you could just 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 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
Everywhere we go it seems looking for any excuse
To just, cut,
So this'll be the part of the song they drop the needle on
And hell, breaks,

This is when shit hits the fan, like it just on Stan
is the only moment that matters, your 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 stay in a trance, no choice, they to dance)
It's like the playoffs, just sure that we stay in the hunt
a day off for what? Man, you better lay off the blunts
You must be smoking
You think I 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 bit of Grey Goose
Yeah girl shake that caboose, I don't see you try to make no excuse
is on the loose, a mongoose when it comes to the chronic use
You know I stand to lose, me and my goons are like animals
We come through like a pack of wolves, and we came here to retract the
Yeah man ain't that the truth, girl man's back in the booth
Definitely up in this bitch, and this is when all hell breaks loose

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

Now I know feeling discouraged but homie just mark my words
I'm the flow, liquid courage I'm fin' to blow
As soon as we hit the do' power surges 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 3 o'clock, me and Doc then proceed to drop
"E" and hop out the and knock on your do'

Yeah, so let us in 'fore we and puff and we blow
We ain't bluffing for nothing, knock the stuffing out you
Revenge is so sweet, move 'til you injure your
Yeah, move it or it freak, move to the beat, lose yourself indubitably
Pass up on that cute chick
Right there that'll be pretty 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 lose any
that deuce-deuce in the seat, "Dre fell off", that's news to me

Now this'll be the of the song 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 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,