Luyện nghe bài hát Hell Breaks Lose

I you, to understand something
That when I come up in 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, won't ya fill your cups
Shady's come to ya up, are you a D or a C cup?
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 CPR from the EMT's
help you to resuscitate, you busters must be flustered, wait
You cut the mustard, what's your problem, can't you bust a grape?
{*chka-chk-chk*} What's my name? Shady and just crushed the game
really not even fair to them, cause they pale in comparison
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 thick and the air is
Cause he 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 us, we're 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 of the song that they drop the needle on
And hell, breaks,

This is when hits the fan, like it just splattered on Stan
This is the moment that matters, your homie rolling with Mathers
Like chaos erupts, Em's in back, 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, they to dance)
like the playoffs, just making sure that we stay in the hunt
Take a day off for Man, you better lay off the blunts
You be smoking something
You think I ain't nothing, stay off my nuts
Now hit the baby, time to wipe away all the rust
all them 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 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, 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 song that drop the needle on
And hell, breaks,
Try to restrain us you contain us, we're 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 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 push it as far as are meant to go
We're in the Winnebago with 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 and knock on your do'

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

Now be the part of the song that they drop 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
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,