Luyện nghe bài hát When The Music Stops

Music, reality, sometimes hard to tell the difference
But we as entertainers have a responsibility to these
Psych!
If I were to die murdered in cold blood
Would you sorrow or show love
Or would it
Can be the lead-off batter of things
Shit for me to off
I'm battling
But there's way too at stake for me to be fake
There's too on my plate
And I came way too far in this to turn 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,
'For I put wack shit out
I'm trying-a this one out the park, five-thousand mark
You all steady to drown the shark
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 I'm just trying to knock his teeth out
Fuck me now, bitch, let's see you freestyle
Talk is cheap, motherfucker if really feeling froggish, leap
Yo slim, you're let him get away with that?
He tried to play you, you can't let him 'scape that
Man I hate this crap, this rap,
is crazy the way we act
When we confuse hip-hop with real life when the music
There ain't no getting rid of
If so you would've
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 every niggas arch-enemy.
fitted to be the most dangerous nigga with beef
I spark willingly with a dillinger in the dark

I'm not you think
I to be fucked up
endangered
I can't stay away a razor
I just want my face in a
I wish a nigga had a grenade to squeeze tight to neighbors for acres
I you
had me turned 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 at first
Thought would make me happy but
It only my pain worst,
It hurts when you see your friends turn their on you dawg
When you ain't got nothing left but your word and balls
And you're stressed from the calls of new friends
Beggin' with hands out
Checking for record when its selling
When it ain't, the end, no laughs
No no girl
Just the gin you drink till your car spin, you
Damn!

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

the music stops
Instigators, pits in cages
Let and bit the neighbors wrist to razors
You all don't want war, you want
In the dark my all bark like woof
Proof nigga I'm a wolf, get your roof
Caved in like reindeer
Stomped the roof shake the tiles loose
The more you all breach, the I moves
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 music
changed my life 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
up hair cut
Listen to
Michael Jackson, who tell me I ain't Mike
Ass cheeks white
Priscella at night
Flying down smoking crack
in the front
Eddi in the back
M-O-P had me and griddy
Marilyn Manson, I dyed my hair
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 reaching for the glock but the stops