Luyện nghe bài hát Hell Breaks Lose

I want you, to understand
That when I come up in this I want the fans jumping
I want the fists, pumping in the air, I look like a millionaire
But I feel like a million bucks, ladies won't ya fill your
Shady's to fill ya up, are you a D or a C cup?
You even be a B, it's 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
Could you to resuscitate, you busters must be flustered, wait
You can't cut the mustard, what's problem, can't you bust a grape?
{*chka-chk-chk*} my name? Shady came and just crushed the game
It's not even fair to them, cause they pale in comparison
So much they might as wear his skin
Don't you wish you could just share his
Cause this shit's getting
The fog is and the air is thin
Cause he even let them try to breathe

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

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, 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 the needle on
And hell, breaks,

This is shit hits the fan, like it just splattered on Stan
This is the only that matters, your homie rolling with Mathers
chaos erupts, Em's in back, Dre's in the front
So do we say at once, this song's like a seance, it hums
(It makes stay in a trance, no choice, they have to dance)
It's like the playoffs, just making sure that we in the hunt
Take a day off for Man, you better lay off the blunts
You must be smoking
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 wanna see you try to make no excuse
D-R-E is on the loose, a mongoose it comes to the chronic use
You know I stand to lose, me and my goons are like animals
We come through like a pack of wolves, and we came here to the roof
Yeah man that the truth, girl your man's 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 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 part of the song that drop the needle on
And hell, breaks,

Now I you're feeling discouraged but homie just mark my words
I'm the flow, liquid courage I'm fin' to blow
As as we hit the do' power surges 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 beat up the wit yo' ho
With speakers knocking 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 'fore we huff and puff and we
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, to the beat, lose yourself indubitably
Pass up on little cute chick
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 hating on me, but I refuse to 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 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,