Luyện nghe bài hát Hell Breaks Lose

I want you, to something
That when I 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, ladies won't ya fill your
Shady's come to ya up, are you a D or a C cup?
You could even be a B, 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
Could you to resuscitate, you busters 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 Shady came and just 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 just share 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, girl you hit the lottery

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

This is when shit the fan, like it just splattered on Stan
This is the only moment that matters, your homie rolling with
Like erupts, Em's in back, Dre's in the front
So do what we say at once, song's like 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
a day off for what? Man, you better lay off the blunts
You be smoking something
You think I ain't smoking nothing, off my nuts
Now hit the flo' baby, to wipe away all the rust
Shake all them cobwebs loose, loosen up with a little bit of Goose
Yeah shake that caboose, I don't wanna see you try to make no excuse
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 are like animals
We come through like a pack of wolves, and we came here to the roof
Yeah man ain't that the truth, girl your back in the booth
Definitely back up in this bitch, and 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 restrain us you can't contain us, still gonna make 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 discouraged but homie just mark my words
I'm the flow, liquid courage I'm fin' to blow
As soon as we hit the do' power surges to toe
I'm sure to it as far as words are meant to go
We're in the Winnebago with tinted windows
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, knock 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 yourself
Pass up on that little chick
Right there be pretty damn stupid of me
Born and raised in the C-P-T, yeah Los Angeles, of the streets
Them haters hating on me, but I refuse to 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 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 that they the needle on
And hell, breaks,