Luyện nghe bài hát When The Music Stops

Music, reality, sometimes it's hard to tell the
But we as entertainers have a responsibility to these
Psych!
If I to die murdered in cold blood tomorrow
Would you feel or show love
Or would it
Can be the lead-off batter of things
for me to feed off
I'm battling
But there's way too at stake for me to be fake
too much on my plate
And I came way too far in game to turn and walk away
And not say I got to say
What the fuck you take me for? A You smoking crack?
Before I do that, I beg Mariah to take me
I get up 'for I get down, run in the ground,
'For I put some shit out
I'm smack this one out the park, five-thousand mark
You all steady to drown the shark
Ain't gonna do but piss me off
Lid to the can of whoop ass, twist me off
See me out, pull the piece out,
shooting I'm just trying to knock his teeth out
Fuck me now, bitch, let's see you freestyle
Talk is cheap, motherfucker if you're really feeling froggish,
Yo slim, you're let him get away with that?
He tried to play you, you let him 'scape with that
Man I hate this crap, ain't rap,
is crazy the way we act
When we confuse hip-hop real life when the music stops
There ain't no getting rid of
If so you tried
The only way I'm leaving this is suicide
I have died clinically, back at my enemy's crib with Hennessey,
Got drunk I finished he
I'm niggas favorite arch-enemy.
Physically fitted to be the most dangerous nigga with
I spark willingly with a in the dark diligently

I'm not you think
I to be fucked 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 tight to awake for acres
I you
Danger had me turned a mad man, son of Sam, bitch, I'm surgical
I'll allergic to dying, you think You got balls? We can see how large
When the music
I was happy having a at first
Thought money would me happy but
It made my pain worst,
It when you see your friends turn their back on you dawg
When you ain't got nothing left but word and your balls
And you're stressed from the calls of new friends
Beggin' they hands out
Checking for record when its selling
When it ain't, that's the end, no
No no girl
Just the gin you drink till your car spin, you
Damn!

You slam into the and you fall
Out the car, trying to with one arm
About to lose it all in a pool of
If my funeral's tomorrow, wonder if they would 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 tossed in the wagon
Braggin how you shot it like a coward, bullets devour you showered you
Niggas, if I was you niggas, I'll run while given the
I can enchance the spirit 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 talk
Be smart and trying to walk how g's walk before we spark
Hug the while we plan tug-o-war with your life, fuck the tour and the mic
I'll rather fuck a whore with a knife, that shit the coroner's like
You high poppin' shit in broad day light nigga your a gonna at night

When the stops
Instigators, pits in cages
Let and bit the neighbors wrist to razors
You all want war, you want talk
In the dark my dogs all like woof
Proof nigga I'm a wolf, get whole roof
in like reindeer hoofs
Stomped the roof shake the floor tiles
The more you all breach, the more I
This hill street, this is hardcore
Put a gun to rap checking all our (nigga)
Or the news betcha all you all move
When the Uzi pop, you drop when the music stop
Music's changed my in so many ways
Brains confused and fucked the 5th grade
LL me to rock the bells
N-W-A said fuck the

Now I'm in
93 was R&B
Fucked up cut
Listen to
Michael Jackson, who gonna me I ain't Mike
Ass cheeks white
Fucking at night
Flying down smoking crack
in the front
Eddi in the back
M-O-P had me and griddy
Marilyn Manson, I my hair blue
And grew titties
Ludacris told me to throw them
Now I'm in the
Broken nose and a elbow
Voices in my head, I'm in shock,
I'm for the glock but the music stops