Luyện nghe bài hát Hell Breaks Lose

I want you, to understand
That when I come up in this bitch I want the jumping
I want the fists, pumping in the air, I look like a millionaire
But I feel like a million bucks, ladies ya fill your cups
Shady's to fill ya up, are you a D or a C cup?
You could even be a B, it's me and D-R-E
be in the E.R., we are strapped with so much TNT
We may blow, no not even CPR the EMT's
help 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*} What's my name? Shady came and just the game
It's really not even fair to them, they pale in comparison
So much they might as well wear his
Don't you wish you could share his pen?
Cause shit's getting embarrassing
The fog is and the air is thin
he won't 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 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 we're looking for any excuse
To just, cut,
So this'll be the part of the that they drop the needle on
And hell, breaks,

This is when shit hits the fan, it just splattered on Stan
This is the only moment that matters, your 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 them 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 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 a little bit of Grey Goose
Yeah girl shake that caboose, I don't wanna see you try to 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 like a pack of wolves, and we here to retract the roof
Yeah man ain't that the truth, girl man's back in the booth
Definitely back up in this bitch, and this is when all hell loose

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 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 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 sure to it as far as words are meant to go
in the indigo Winnebago with tinted windows
Ferocious as we to beat 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 huff and 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, it or lose it freak, move to the beat, lose yourself indubitably
Pass up on that cute 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 deuce-deuce in the seat, "Dre off", that's news to me

Now this'll be the part of the song that they 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 seems we're looking for any
To just, cut,
So this'll be the part of the song that they drop the on
And hell, breaks,