Luyện nghe bài hát Hell Breaks Lose

I want you, to something
That when I come up in this 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
Shady's come to 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 strapped so much TNT
We may blow, no not even CPR the EMT's
Could you to resuscitate, you busters must be flustered, wait
You can't cut the mustard, your problem, can't you bust a grape?
{*chka-chk-chk*} What's my name? Shady came and just crushed the
It's really not even fair to them, cause pale in comparison
So much might as well wear his skin
Don't you wish you could just his pen?
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 be the part 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 we're looking for any excuse
To just, cut,
So this'll be the part of the song that they the needle on
And hell, breaks,

This is shit hits the fan, like it just splattered on Stan
This is the only moment that matters, your rolling with Mathers
Like chaos erupts, Em's in back, Dre's in the
So do what we say at once, this song's a seance, it hums
(It makes stay in a trance, no choice, they have to dance)
like the playoffs, just making sure that we stay in the hunt
Take a day off for Man, you better lay off the blunts
You must be something
You I ain't smoking nothing, stay off my nuts
Now hit the flo' baby, time to away all the rust
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
is on the loose, a mongoose when it comes to the chronic use
You know I 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 the truth, girl 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 they drop the needle on
And hell, breaks,
Try to restrain us you can't 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 this'll be the part of the song that drop the needle on
And hell, breaks,

Now I know you're feeling discouraged but 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 surges to toe
I'm to push it as far as words are meant to go
We're in the indigo Winnebago with tinted
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 vehicle and on your do'

Yeah, so let us in 'fore we and puff and we blow
We ain't for nothing, we'll knock the stuffing out you
Revenge is so sweet, move 'til you injure your
Yeah, it or lose it freak, move to the beat, lose yourself indubitably
Pass up on that little chick
Right that'll be pretty damn stupid of me
Born and in the C-P-T, yeah Los Angeles, rules of the streets
Them haters hating on me, but I to lose any sleep
that deuce-deuce in the seat, "Dre fell 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 contain us, we're still gonna make a stink
No what, we, do
Everywhere we go it seems we're looking for any
To just, cut,
So this'll be the part of the song that they drop the on
And hell, breaks,