Luyện nghe bài hát Hell Breaks Lose

I want you, to understand
That when I come up in this I want the fans jumping
I the fists, pumping in the air, I don't look like a millionaire
But I feel like a million bucks, ladies won't ya fill cups
come to fill ya up, are you a D or a C cup?
You even be a B, it's just me and D-R-E
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 must be flustered, wait
You can't cut the mustard, what's your problem, can't you bust a
{*chka-chk-chk*} What's my name? Shady came and crushed the game
It's really not even fair to them, cause they in comparison
So much might as well wear his skin
Don't you wish you could share his pen?
Cause shit's 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, girl you hit the lottery

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, 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 song that they drop the 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 rolling Mathers
Like chaos erupts, Em's in back, in the front
So do what we say at once, this song's 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 stay in the
Take a day off for what? Man, you lay off the blunts
You must be something
You think I ain't smoking nothing, stay off my
Now hit the flo' baby, time to wipe away all the
Shake all them cobwebs loose, up with a little bit of Grey Goose
Yeah girl that caboose, I don't wanna see you try to make no excuse
is on the loose, a mongoose when it comes to the chronic use
You know I can't stand to lose, me and my goons are like
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
Definitely back up in this bitch, and this is when all hell loose

Now this'll be the of the song that they drop 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 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 you're feeling discouraged but homie just mark my
I'm mur-ur-during the flow, liquid I'm fin' to blow
As as we hit the do' power surges head to toe
I'm to push it as far as words are meant to go
We're in the indigo Winnebago with windows
as we proceed to beat up the block wit yo' ho
With speakers knocking 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, we'll the stuffing 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 cute chick
Right there that'll be pretty stupid of me
Born and raised in the C-P-T, Los Angeles, rules of the streets
Them haters on me, but I refuse 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 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,