Luyện nghe bài hát Hell Breaks Lose

I want you, to understand
when I come up in this bitch I want the fans jumping
I want the fists, pumping in the air, I don't look a millionaire
But I feel like a million bucks, ladies won't ya your cups
Shady's come to fill ya up, are you a D or a C
You could even be a B, just me and D-R-E
be in the E.R., we are strapped 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, what's your problem, can't you bust a
{*chka-chk-chk*} What's my name? Shady came and just the game
It's not even fair to them, cause they pale in comparison
So they might as well wear his skin
Don't you wish you could share his pen?
this shit's getting embarrassing
The fog is and the air is thin
Cause he won't even let try to breathe

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

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
we go it seems we're looking for any excuse
To just, cut,
So this'll be the part of the song that they drop the on
And hell, breaks,

This is when shit the fan, like it just splattered on Stan
This is the only 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 them stay in a trance, no choice, they have to dance)
It's the playoffs, just making sure that we stay in the hunt
a day off for what? Man, you better lay off the blunts
You must be something
You think I smoking nothing, stay off my nuts
Now hit the flo' baby, time to away all the rust
Shake all them cobwebs loose, loosen up with a little bit of Grey
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 animals
We come like a pack of wolves, and we came 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 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 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,

Now I know you're 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 head to toe
I'm sure to it as far as words are meant to go
We're in the indigo with tinted windows
as we proceed 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 and we blow
We ain't bluffing for nothing, we'll the stuffing out you
Revenge is so sweet, 'til you injure your feet
Yeah, move it or lose it freak, move to the beat, lose yourself
Pass up on that cute chick
Right there be pretty damn stupid of me
and raised in the C-P-T, yeah Los Angeles, rules 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 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 a stink
No what, we, do
Everywhere we go it seems we're for any excuse
To just, cut,
So this'll be the part of the song that drop the needle on
And hell, breaks,