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 look like a
But I feel like a million bucks, ladies won't ya fill your
Shady's to fill ya up, are you a D or a C cup?
You could even be a B, it's me and D-R-E
be in the E.R., we are strapped with so much TNT
We may blow, no not even CPR the EMT's
Could help you to resuscitate, you busters 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 just the game
It's really not even fair to them, cause pale in comparison
So much they might as well his skin
you wish you could just share his pen?
Cause this shit's embarrassing
The fog is thick and the air is
Cause he won't even let them try to

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

Now this'll be the part of the song 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 this'll be the of the song that they drop the needle on
And hell, breaks,

This is when hits the fan, like it just splattered on Stan
This is the only that matters, your homie rolling with Mathers
Like chaos erupts, Em's in back, Dre's in the
So do what we say at once, this song's like a seance, it
(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
a day off for what? Man, you better lay off the blunts
You must be something
You think I ain't nothing, stay off my nuts
Now hit the baby, time to wipe away all the rust
Shake all them cobwebs loose, up with a little bit of Grey Goose
Yeah girl shake that caboose, I don't wanna see you try to no excuse
is on the loose, a mongoose when it comes to the chronic use
You know I can't to lose, me and my goons are like animals
We come like a pack of wolves, and we came here to retract the roof
Yeah man ain't the truth, girl your man's back in the booth
Definitely back up in this bitch, and this is all hell breaks loose

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 a stink
No what, we, do
we go it seems we're 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 my words
I'm the flow, liquid courage I'm fin' to blow
As as we hit the do' power surges head to toe
I'm sure to push it as far as are meant to go
We're in the indigo Winnebago with tinted
Ferocious as we proceed to up the block 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 we huff and puff and we blow
We ain't bluffing for nothing, 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, yourself indubitably
Pass up on that little chick
Right there that'll be damn stupid of me
and raised 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 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 still gonna a stink
No what, we, do
we go it seems we're looking for any excuse
To just, cut,
So this'll be the part of the song that drop the needle on
And hell, breaks,