Luyện nghe bài hát Hell Breaks Lose

I want you, to something
when I come up in this bitch I want the fans jumping
I want the fists, pumping in the air, I don't like a millionaire
But I feel like a million bucks, ladies won't ya your 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
be in the E.R., we are strapped with 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 might as well wear his skin
you wish you could just share his pen?
Cause shit's getting embarrassing
The fog is thick and the air is
Cause he won't even let try to breathe

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

Now this'll be the part of the song that they drop the on
And hell, breaks,
Try to restrain us you can't contain us, still gonna 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 they drop the needle on
And hell, breaks,

This is when shit the fan, like it just splattered on Stan
This is the only moment that matters, your rolling with Mathers
Like chaos erupts, in back, Dre's in the front
So do what we say at once, this song's like a seance, it
(It makes them stay in a trance, no choice, they 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 away all the rust
Shake all them cobwebs loose, up with 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 mongoose it comes to the chronic use
You know I can't stand to lose, me and my 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 man's in the booth
back up in this bitch, and this is when all hell breaks loose

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, still 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 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 courage I'm fin' to
As as we hit the do' power surges 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
With speakers knocking it's 3 o'clock, me and Doc then proceed to
"E" and hop out the and knock on your do'

Yeah, so let us in 'fore we huff and puff and we
We ain't bluffing for nothing, we'll knock the out you
Revenge is so sweet, 'til you injure your feet
Yeah, move it or lose it freak, move to the beat, lose indubitably
Pass up on that little chick
Right there that'll be pretty stupid of me
and raised in the C-P-T, yeah 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 fell off", that's to me

Now this'll be the part of the song that they drop the 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,