Luyện nghe bài hát Hell Breaks Lose

I want you, to understand
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, won't ya fill your cups
Shady's come to fill ya up, are you a D or a C
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 from the
help 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 name? came and just crushed the game
It's really not even to them, cause they pale in comparison
So much might as well wear his skin
Don't you wish you could share his pen?
Cause this shit's embarrassing
The fog is and the air is thin
Cause he even let them try to breathe

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

Now this'll be the part of the song that they 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 we're 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 when hits the fan, like it just splattered on Stan
This is the only moment that matters, your homie rolling with
Like chaos erupts, in back, Dre's in the front
So do what we say at once, this like a seance, it hums
(It makes them stay in a trance, no choice, have to dance)
like the playoffs, just making sure that we stay in the hunt
Take a day off for what? Man, you lay off the blunts
You must be smoking
You I ain't smoking nothing, stay 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 wanna see you try to make no excuse
is on the loose, a mongoose when it comes to the chronic use
You I can't stand to lose, me and my goons are like animals
We come through like a pack of wolves, and we came here to retract the
man ain't that the truth, girl your man's back in the booth
Definitely up in this bitch, and this is when all hell breaks loose

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 seems we're for any excuse
To just, cut,
So be the part of the song that they drop the needle on
And hell, breaks,

Now I you're feeling discouraged but homie just mark my words
I'm mur-ur-during the flow, liquid courage I'm fin' to
As soon as we hit the do' power surges to toe
I'm sure to push it as far as words are to go
We're in the indigo Winnebago with tinted
Ferocious as we proceed to up the block wit yo' ho
With knocking it's 3 o'clock, me and Doc then proceed to drop
"E" and hop out the vehicle and knock on do'

Yeah, so let us in 'fore we huff and and we blow
We ain't bluffing for nothing, knock the stuffing out you
Revenge is so sweet, move 'til you injure 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, Los Angeles, rules of the streets
Them haters on me, but I refuse to lose any sleep
Keep that in the seat, "Dre fell off", that's news to me

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 they drop the needle on
And hell, breaks,