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 don't like 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 even 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 even CPR from the
Could you to resuscitate, you busters must be flustered, wait
You can't cut the mustard, what's your problem, can't you a grape?
{*chka-chk-chk*} What's my Shady came and just crushed the game
It's not even fair to them, cause they pale in comparison
So much might as well wear his skin
Don't you wish you could just his pen?
Cause this shit's embarrassing
The fog is thick and the air is
Cause he won't let them try to breathe

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

Now be the part of the song 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,

This is when hits the fan, like it just splattered on Stan
This is the only moment that matters, your homie with Mathers
chaos erupts, Em's in back, Dre's in the front
So do what we say at once, song's like a seance, it hums
(It makes them in a trance, no choice, they have to dance)
It's like the playoffs, just making sure that we stay in the
Take a day off for what? Man, you better lay off the
You must be something
You think I smoking nothing, stay off my nuts
Now hit the flo' baby, time to away all the rust
all them cobwebs loose, loosen up with a little bit of Grey Goose
Yeah girl shake that caboose, I don't wanna see you try to no excuse
is on the loose, a mongoose when it comes to the chronic use
You know I can't stand to lose, me and my are like animals
We come through like a pack of wolves, and we came to retract the roof
Yeah man ain't that the truth, girl man's back in the booth
back up in this bitch, and this is when all hell breaks loose

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, 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 drop the on
And hell, breaks,

Now I know you're feeling discouraged but just mark my words
I'm mur-ur-during the flow, liquid I'm fin' to blow
As soon as we hit the do' power head to toe
I'm sure to push it as far as words are to go
We're in the Winnebago with tinted windows
Ferocious as we proceed to up the block wit yo' ho
speakers knocking it's 3 o'clock, me and Doc then proceed to drop
"E" and hop out the vehicle and knock on do'

Yeah, so let us in 'fore we and puff and we blow
We ain't for nothing, we'll knock the stuffing out you
is so sweet, move 'til you injure your feet
Yeah, move it or lose it freak, move to the beat, lose indubitably
Pass up on that little cute
Right there that'll be pretty damn 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
that deuce-deuce in the seat, "Dre fell 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 us you can't contain us, we're still gonna make 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,