Luyện nghe bài hát Hell Breaks Lose

I want you, to understand
That when I come up in this bitch I want the fans
I want the fists, in the air, I don't look like a millionaire
But I feel like a million bucks, ladies won't ya fill your
Shady's come to ya up, are you a D or a C cup?
You could even be a B, it's just me and
You'll be in the E.R., we are strapped with so TNT
We may blow, no not CPR from the EMT's
Could help you to resuscitate, you busters must be flustered,
You can't cut the mustard, what's your problem, can't you bust a
{*chka-chk-chk*} What's my Shady came and just crushed the game
It's really not even to them, cause they pale in comparison
So much they might as well wear his
Don't you wish you could just his pen?
Cause this 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, you just hit the lottery

Now this'll be the part of the that they drop the needle 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 this'll be the of the song that 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 homie 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 stay 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 Man, you better lay off the blunts
You be smoking something
You think I ain't smoking nothing, off my nuts
Now hit the flo' baby, time to wipe away all the
Shake all them 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 I can't 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 your man's back in the
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 contain us, we're 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 of the song that they drop the needle on
And hell, breaks,

Now I know you're feeling but homie just mark my words
I'm mur-ur-during the flow, courage I'm fin' to blow
As soon as we hit the do' power surges to toe
I'm sure to push it as far as words are to go
We're in the indigo Winnebago with tinted
as we proceed to beat up the block wit yo' ho
With speakers knocking it's 3 o'clock, me and Doc then to drop
"E" and hop out the and knock 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, move you injure your feet
Yeah, move it or lose it freak, move to the beat, lose yourself
Pass up on little cute chick
there that'll be pretty damn stupid of me
Born and raised in the C-P-T, Los Angeles, rules of the streets
haters hating on me, but I refuse to lose any sleep
Keep that in the seat, "Dre fell 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 can't contain us, we're 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 that drop the needle on
And hell, breaks,