Luyện nghe bài hát Hell Breaks Lose

I want you, to understand
when I come up in this bitch I want the fans jumping
I want the fists, pumping in the air, I look like a millionaire
But I feel like a million bucks, won't ya fill your 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
You'll be in the E.R., we are with so much TNT
We may blow, no not even CPR the EMT's
help you to resuscitate, you busters must be flustered, wait
You can't cut the mustard, what's your problem, can't you a grape?
{*chka-chk-chk*} What's my name? Shady and just crushed the game
really not even fair to them, cause they pale in comparison
So much they might as wear his skin
Don't you wish you could share his pen?
Cause shit's getting embarrassing
The fog is and the air is thin
Cause he won't even let them try to

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

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 seems looking 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 shit hits the fan, like it just splattered on Stan
This is the only moment that matters, your rolling 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 them in a trance, no choice, they have to dance)
It's like the playoffs, 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 think I ain't smoking nothing, off my nuts
Now hit the flo' baby, time to away all the rust
all them cobwebs 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 to the chronic use
You know I can't stand to lose, me and my goons are animals
We come through like a pack of wolves, and we came here to retract the
Yeah man ain't that the truth, girl your man's in the booth
Definitely back up in bitch, and this is when all hell breaks loose

Now this'll be the of the song 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
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,

Now I know you're discouraged but homie 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 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
speakers knocking it's 3 o'clock, me and Doc then proceed to drop
"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 bluffing for nothing, we'll knock the out you
Revenge is so sweet, move 'til you injure feet
Yeah, move it or lose it freak, to the beat, lose yourself indubitably
Pass up on that little chick
Right there that'll be damn stupid of me
Born and raised in the C-P-T, yeah Los Angeles, rules of the
Them haters hating on me, but I refuse to lose any
Keep that deuce-deuce in the seat, "Dre 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 they drop the on
And hell, breaks,