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

He makes it look so easy, you just 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 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 hits the fan, like it just splattered on Stan
This is the only moment that matters, your homie rolling with
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, have to dance)
It's like the playoffs, just making that we stay in the hunt
Take a day off for what? Man, you better lay off the
You must be smoking
You think I ain't nothing, stay off my nuts
Now hit the flo' baby, time to wipe away all the
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
D-R-E is on the loose, a when it comes to the chronic use
You know I stand to lose, me and my goons are like animals
We come through a pack of wolves, and we came here to retract the roof
Yeah man ain't that the truth, girl your back in the booth
Definitely back up in this bitch, and this is 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, we're 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 part of the song that they 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, liquid courage I'm to blow
As soon as we hit the do' power head to toe
I'm sure to push it as far as are meant to go
We're in the indigo Winnebago with tinted
Ferocious as we to beat up the block wit yo' ho
With speakers 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 huff and puff and we
We bluffing for nothing, we'll knock the stuffing out you
Revenge is so sweet, 'til you injure your feet
Yeah, move it or lose it freak, move to the beat, yourself indubitably
up on that little cute chick
Right that'll be pretty damn stupid of me
Born and raised in the C-P-T, yeah Los Angeles, 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 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 be the part of the song that they drop the needle on
And hell, breaks,