Luyện nghe bài hát Hell Breaks Lose

I you, to understand something
That when I come up in this bitch I the fans jumping
I want the fists, pumping in the air, I don't look like a
But I like 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 even be a B, just me and D-R-E
You'll be in the E.R., we are with so much TNT
We may blow, no not even CPR the EMT's
Could help you to resuscitate, you busters be flustered, wait
You cut the mustard, what's your problem, can't you bust a grape?
{*chka-chk-chk*} What's my Shady came and just crushed the game
It's really not even fair to them, they pale in comparison
So they might as well wear his skin
Don't you wish you could just share his
Cause this getting embarrassing
The fog is thick and the air is
he won't 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, 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 part of the song that drop the needle on
And hell, breaks,

is when shit hits the fan, like it just splattered on Stan
This is the only moment that matters, your homie with Mathers
Like 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 them stay in a trance, no choice, they have to dance)
It's like the playoffs, just making sure that we in the hunt
a day off for what? Man, you better 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 wipe all the rust
Shake all them cobwebs loose, loosen up with a little bit of Grey
Yeah girl shake caboose, I don't wanna 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 can't stand to lose, me and my goons are animals
We come like a pack of wolves, and we came here to retract the roof
Yeah man ain't that the truth, your 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 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
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,

Now I know feeling discouraged but homie 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 are meant to go
We're in the indigo with tinted windows
Ferocious as we proceed to beat up the wit yo' ho
speakers knocking 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 cute
Right there be pretty damn stupid of me
Born and raised in the C-P-T, yeah Los Angeles, of the streets
Them haters hating on me, but I refuse to lose any
Keep that deuce-deuce in the seat, "Dre off", that's news to me

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 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 that they drop the needle on
And hell, breaks,