Luyện nghe bài hát Hell Breaks Lose

I want you, to understand
That when I 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 a million bucks, ladies won't ya fill your cups
Shady's to fill ya up, are you a D or a C cup?
You could 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 help you to resuscitate, you busters must be flustered,
You cut the mustard, what's your problem, can't you bust a grape?
{*chka-chk-chk*} What's my name? Shady came and just the game
It's really not even fair to them, cause pale in comparison
So much they might as wear his skin
Don't you wish you just share his pen?
Cause this getting embarrassing
The fog is and the air is thin
he won't even let them try to breathe

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

Now this'll be the 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
Everywhere we go it seems looking for any excuse
To just, cut,
So be the part of the song that 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 chaos erupts, in back, Dre's in the front
So do what we say at once, this song's a seance, it hums
(It makes stay in a trance, no choice, they have to dance)
It's like the playoffs, just making sure we stay in the hunt
Take a day off for what? Man, you lay off the blunts
You must be smoking
You I ain't 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 bit of Grey Goose
girl shake that caboose, I don't wanna see you try to make no excuse
D-R-E is on the loose, a mongoose when it comes to the use
You I can't stand to lose, me and my goons are like animals
We come through like a pack of wolves, and we here to retract the roof
man ain't that the truth, girl your man's back in the booth
Definitely back up in 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, 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,

Now I know you're feeling but homie just mark my words
I'm the flow, liquid courage I'm fin' to blow
As soon as we hit the do' surges head to toe
I'm to push it as far as words are meant to go
in the indigo Winnebago with tinted windows
Ferocious as we proceed to 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 on your do'

Yeah, so let us in we huff and puff and we blow
We ain't for nothing, we'll knock the stuffing out you
Revenge is so sweet, 'til you injure your feet
Yeah, move it or it freak, move to the beat, lose yourself indubitably
Pass up on that little chick
Right there that'll be pretty damn of me
Born and raised in the C-P-T, Los Angeles, rules of the streets
Them haters hating on me, but I to lose any sleep
Keep that 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, we're still gonna make a
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,