Luyện nghe bài hát When The Music Stops

Music, reality, sometimes hard to tell the difference
But we as entertainers have a to these kids
Psych!
If I were to die murdered in blood tomorrow
Would you feel or show love
Or would it
Can never be the batter of things
for me to feed off
I'm battling
But way too much at stake for me to be fake
There's too much on my
And I came way too far in this game to turn and walk
And not say I got to say
the fuck you take me for? A joke? You smoking crack?
Before I do that, I beg Mariah to me back
I get up 'for I get down, run in the ground,
'For I put wack shit out
I'm trying-a this one out the park, five-thousand mark
You all steady trying to drown the
gonna do nothing but piss me off
Lid to the can of whoop ass, just me off
See me out, pull the piece out,
Fuck shooting I'm just to knock his teeth out
with me now, bitch, let's see you freestyle
Talk is cheap, motherfucker if really feeling froggish, leap
Yo slim, gonna let him get away with that?
He to play you, you can't let him 'scape with that
Man I hate this crap, ain't rap,
This is the way we act
When we confuse hip-hop with real when the music stops
There ain't no getting rid of
If so you tried
The only way I'm leaving this bitch is
I have died clinically, arrived back at my enemy's crib Hennessey,
Got drunk I finished he
I'm niggas favorite arch-enemy.
Physically fitted to be the most dangerous nigga with
I spark with a dillinger in the dark diligently

I'm not you think
I appear to be up
Mentally
I stay away from a razor
I just want my face in a
I wish a nigga had a grenade to tight to awake neighbors for acres
I you
Danger had me turned a mad man, son of Sam, bitch, I'm surgical
allergic to dying, you think not? You got balls? We can see how large
When the music
I was having a deal at first
money would make me happy but
It only made my worst,
It hurts when you see your turn their back on you dawg
When you ain't got left but your word and your balls
And you're stressed from the calls of new friends
Beggin' with hands out
for your record when its selling
When it ain't, the end, no laughs
No friends no
Just the gin you drink your car spin, you think
Damn!

You slam the wall and you fall
Out the car, to crawl with one arm
About to it all in a pool of alcohol
If my funeral's tomorrow, wonder if they would even call when the music
Let's see how many of your men
When I up looking for you
With a pistol sipping on a can of
I'm revved up, who said what would bust your head would just explode
With red stuff I'm hand cuffed tossed in the paddy
Braggin about how you shot it like a coward, bullets devour you you
Niggas, if I was you niggas, I'll run given the chance
Understand I can enchance the of man
Death itself, it hurt me, just the thought of dying alone that really
Irks me, you worthy to speak thoughts of cheap talk
Be smart and stop trying to how g's walk before we spark
Hug the floor while we plan tug-o-war with life, fuck the tour and the mic
I'll rather fuck a with a knife, deliver that shit the coroner's like
You high hype poppin' in broad day light nigga your a gonna at night

When the stops
Instigators, turn pits in
Let loose and bit the wrist to razors
You all don't war, you want talk
In the dark my all bark like woof
Proof nigga I'm a wolf, get whole roof
in like reindeer hoofs
Stomped the roof shake the floor loose
The more you all breach, the I moves
hill street, this is hardcore blues
Put a gun to rap all our jewels (nigga)
Or make the betcha all you all move
When the Uzi pop, you better drop the music stop
changed my life in so many ways
Brains and fucked since the 5th grade
LL me to rock the bells
N-W-A fuck the police

Now I'm in
93 was R&B
up hair cut
Listen to
Michael Jackson, who tell me I ain't Mike
Ass cheeks painted
Priscella at night
Flying down smoking crack
Transvestite in the
Eddi in the back
M-O-P had me and griddy
Marilyn Manson, I dyed my blue
And grew some
Ludacris told me to throw bow's
Now I'm in the
Broken nose and a fractured
Voices in my head, I'm in shock,
I'm reaching for the glock but the stops