Luyện nghe bài hát When The Music Stops

Music, reality, sometimes it's hard to tell the
But we as entertainers have a to these kids
Psych!
If I to die murdered in cold blood tomorrow
Would you feel sorrow or show
Or would it
Can never be the batter of things
Shit for me to off
I'm see-saw
But there's way too at stake for me to be fake
too much on my plate
And I came way too far in this game to and walk away
And not say I got to say
What the fuck you take me for? A joke? You crack?
Before I do that, I beg Mariah to take me
I get up I get down, run myself in the ground,
I put some wack shit out
I'm smack this one out the park, five-thousand mark
You all steady trying to drown the
Ain't gonna do but piss me off
Lid to the can of whoop ass, just me off
See me leap out, the piece out,
Fuck shooting I'm just trying to his teeth out
Fuck with me now, bitch, see you freestyle
Talk is cheap, if you're really feeling froggish, leap
Yo slim, gonna let him get away with that?
He tried to you, you can't let him 'scape with that
Man I this crap, this ain't rap,
is crazy the way we act
When we confuse hip-hop with real life when the music
ain't no getting rid of McVeigh
If so you tried
The only way I'm this bitch is suicide
I have died clinically, arrived at my enemy's crib with Hennessey,
Got drunk I finished he
I'm every favorite arch-enemy.
Physically fitted to be the most nigga with beef
I spark willingly with a in the dark diligently

I'm not what you
I appear to be up
endangered
I can't stay away from a
I just my face in a paper
I a nigga had a grenade to squeeze tight to awake neighbors for acres
I you
had me turned into a mad man, son of Sam, bitch, I'm surgical
I'll to dying, you think not? You got balls? We can see how large
the music stops
I was happy having a at first
Thought money would make me but
It only made my worst,
It hurts when you see your turn their back on you dawg
When you ain't got nothing left but your and your balls
And you're stressed from the of your new friends
Beggin' with they out
Checking for your record its selling
it ain't, that's the end, no laughs
No no girl
Just the gin you drink till car spin, you think
Damn!

You slam into the wall and you
Out the car, trying to crawl one arm
About to lose it all in a of alcohol
If my funeral's tomorrow, wonder if would even call when the music stops
Let's see how of your men loyal
I pull up looking for you
With a pistol sipping on a can of
I'm revved up, who said what would lead bust your head would just
With red stuff I'm hand cuffed in the paddy wagon
about how you shot it like a coward, bullets devour you showered you
Niggas, if I was you niggas, run while given the chance
Understand I can enchance the of man
Death itself, it can't hurt me, just the thought of alone that really
Irks me, you ain't worthy to speak thoughts of cheap
Be smart and stop trying to walk how g's walk we spark
Hug the floor we plan tug-o-war with your life, fuck the tour and the mic
rather fuck a whore with a knife, deliver that shit the coroner's like
You high hype poppin' shit in broad day light nigga your a at night

When the music
Instigators, pits in cages
Let loose and bit the neighbors wrist to
You all don't want war, you talk
In the dark my all bark like woof
nigga I'm a wolf, get your whole roof
Caved in like hoofs
Stomped the roof shake the floor tiles
The more you all breach, the more I
This hill street, this is blues
Put a gun to rap all our jewels (nigga)
Or the news betcha all you all move
When the Uzi pop, you better drop when the stop
Music's changed my in so many ways
Brains and fucked since the 5th grade
LL me to rock the bells
N-W-A said the police

Now I'm in
93 was R&B
Fucked up cut
to Jodeci
Michael Jackson, who tell me I ain't Mike
Ass painted white
Fucking Priscella at
down sunset smoking crack
Transvestite in the
Murphy in the back
M-O-P had me grimey and
Marilyn Manson, I dyed my hair
And grew titties
Ludacris told me to throw them
Now I'm in the
nose and a fractured elbow
Voices in my head, I'm in shock,
I'm reaching for the but the music stops