Luyện nghe bài hát Hell Breaks Lose

I want you, to something
That 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 fill your
Shady's come to fill ya up, are you a D or a C
You could even be a B, just me and D-R-E
You'll be in the E.R., we are strapped so much TNT
We may blow, no not CPR from the EMT's
help 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*} my name? Shady came and just crushed the game
It's really not even fair to them, they pale in comparison
So much they might as well wear his
Don't you wish you could just share his
Cause this shit's getting
The fog is and the air is thin
Cause he won't 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 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 when shit hits the fan, like it 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 them stay in a trance, no choice, 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 must be something
You think I ain't smoking nothing, off my nuts
Now hit the flo' baby, time to wipe all the rust
Shake all them loose, loosen up with a little bit of Grey Goose
Yeah girl shake that caboose, I don't wanna see you try to make no
D-R-E is on the loose, a mongoose when it comes to the 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 to retract the roof
Yeah man that the truth, girl your man's back in the booth
Definitely back up in this bitch, and this is when all hell breaks

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 still gonna make a
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 drop the 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 soon as we hit the do' surges head to toe
I'm sure to it as far as words are meant to go
in the indigo Winnebago with tinted windows
Ferocious as we proceed to beat up the wit yo' ho
speakers knocking it's 3 o'clock, me and Doc then proceed to drop
"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 for nothing, we'll knock the stuffing out you
Revenge is so sweet, move you injure your feet
Yeah, move it or it freak, move to the beat, lose yourself indubitably
Pass up on that cute chick
Right there that'll be pretty damn of me
Born and raised in the C-P-T, yeah Los Angeles, rules of the
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 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 this'll be the part of the song they drop the needle on
And hell, breaks,