Luyện nghe bài hát Hell Breaks Lose

I want you, to something
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
come 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 with so much TNT
We may blow, no not even CPR the EMT's
Could help you to resuscitate, you 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 and just crushed the game
It's not even fair to them, cause they pale in comparison
So much they as well wear his skin
you wish you could just share his pen?
Cause shit's getting embarrassing
The fog is and the air is thin
Cause he won't even let them try to

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

Now this'll be the part of the song that they 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 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 hits the fan, like it just splattered on
This is the only moment that matters, your homie with Mathers
Like chaos erupts, in back, Dre's in the front
So do we say at once, this 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 sure that we stay in the hunt
Take a day off for Man, you better lay off the blunts
You be smoking something
You I ain't smoking nothing, stay off my nuts
Now hit the flo' baby, time to wipe away all the
Shake all cobwebs loose, loosen up with a little bit of Grey Goose
Yeah girl shake caboose, I don't 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 can't stand to lose, me and my goons are like
We come through like a pack of wolves, and we came here to the roof
Yeah man ain't that the truth, your man's back in the booth
Definitely 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 restrain us you can't contain us, still gonna make a stink
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 feeling discouraged but homie just mark my words
I'm mur-ur-during the flow, liquid courage I'm to blow
As soon as we hit the do' power head to toe
I'm sure to push it as far as words are to go
We're in the indigo Winnebago with windows
Ferocious as we proceed to beat up the wit yo' ho
With speakers 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 and puff and we blow
We ain't bluffing for nothing, knock the stuffing out you
Revenge is so sweet, move 'til you your feet
Yeah, move it or it freak, move to the beat, lose yourself indubitably
Pass up on that little chick
there that'll be pretty damn stupid of me
Born and in the C-P-T, yeah Los Angeles, rules of the streets
Them hating on me, but I refuse to lose 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 they 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 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,