Luyện nghe bài hát When The Music Stops

Music, reality, sometimes hard to tell the difference
But we as entertainers have a responsibility to kids
Psych!
If I were to die murdered in cold tomorrow
you feel sorrow or show love
Or would it
Can never be the lead-off of things
Shit for me to off
I'm battling
But there's way too much at for me to be fake
There's too on my plate
And I came way too far in this game to turn and away
And not say I got to say
What the fuck you take me for? A joke? You smoking
I do that, I beg Mariah to take me back
I get up I get down, run myself in the ground,
'For I put some shit out
I'm trying-a smack this one out the park, mark
You all steady trying to the shark
Ain't gonna do but piss me off
Lid to the can of ass, just twist me off
See me out, pull the piece out,
Fuck shooting I'm just to knock his teeth out
Fuck with me now, bitch, see you freestyle
is cheap, motherfucker if you're really feeling froggish, leap
Yo slim, you're let him get away with that?
He tried to play you, you can't let him with that
Man I hate this crap, this rap,
is crazy the way we act
When we confuse hip-hop with life when the music stops
ain't no getting rid of McVeigh
If so you would've
The way I'm leaving this bitch is suicide
I have died clinically, arrived back at my enemy's crib Hennessey,
Got then I finished he
I'm every niggas arch-enemy.
Physically fitted to be the most dangerous with beef
I spark willingly with a dillinger in the dark

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

You into the wall and you fall
Out the car, to crawl with one arm
About to lose it all in a of alcohol
If my funeral's tomorrow, if they 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 lead bust your head would just explode
With red stuff I'm hand cuffed tossed in the wagon
Braggin 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 the spirit of man
Death itself, it can't me, just the thought of dying alone that really
me, you ain't worthy to speak thoughts of cheap talk
Be and stop trying to walk how g's walk before we spark
Hug the floor while we plan 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 shit in broad day light nigga your a gonna at night

When the stops
Instigators, pits in cages
Let loose and bit the neighbors to razors
You all don't want war, you talk
In the dark my dogs all like woof
Proof nigga I'm a wolf, get your whole
Caved in reindeer hoofs
Stomped the roof shake the floor loose
The you all breach, the more I moves
This hill street, 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 when the music stop
Music's my life in so many ways
Brains confused and since the 5th grade
LL me to rock the bells
said fuck the police

Now I'm in
93 was R&B
up hair cut
Listen to
Michael Jackson, who gonna tell me I ain't
Ass cheeks painted
Fucking at night
Flying down sunset crack
Transvestite in the
Murphy in the back
M-O-P had me grimey and
Marilyn Manson, I dyed my hair
And some titties
Ludacris me to throw them bow's
Now I'm in the
Broken and a fractured elbow
in my head, I'm going in shock,
I'm reaching for the glock but the stops