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 feel or show love
Or it matter
Can never be the lead-off batter of
Shit for me to off
I'm see-saw
But there's way too much at stake for me to be
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 joke? You smoking
Before I do that, I beg to take me back
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 trying to drown the shark
Ain't gonna do nothing but me off
Lid to the can of whoop ass, just me off
See me leap out, the piece out,
Fuck shooting I'm trying to knock his teeth out
with me now, bitch, let's see you freestyle
Talk is cheap, motherfucker if you're really feeling froggish,
Yo slim, you're gonna let him get away with
He tried to play you, you can't let him with that
Man I this crap, this ain't rap,
is crazy the way we act
When we confuse hip-hop real life when the music stops
There no getting rid of McVeigh
If so you tried
The only way I'm leaving bitch is suicide
I have died clinically, arrived back at my enemy's with Hennessey,
Got drunk then I he
I'm every favorite arch-enemy.
Physically fitted to be the most dangerous nigga beef
I willingly with a dillinger in the dark diligently

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

You slam into the and you fall
Out the car, trying to crawl one arm
About to lose it all in a pool of
If my tomorrow, wonder if they would even call when the music stops
Let's see how many of men loyal
I pull up looking for you
With a sipping on a can of pennzoil
I'm revved up, who said what would lead bust your head just explode
With red I'm hand cuffed tossed in the paddy wagon
Braggin about how you 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 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 tug-o-war with your life, fuck the and the mic
I'll rather fuck a whore with a knife, deliver that shit the coroner's
You high hype poppin' shit in broad day light nigga your a gonna at

the music stops
Instigators, pits in cages
Let loose and bit the wrist 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 like reindeer
Stomped the roof shake the floor loose
The more you all breach, the I moves
This street, this is hardcore blues
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 my life in so many ways
confused and fucked since the 5th grade
LL me to rock the bells
N-W-A said fuck the

Now I'm in
93 was R&B
up hair cut
Listen to
Michael Jackson, who gonna tell me I ain't
Ass painted white
Fucking at night
Flying down sunset crack
in the front
Eddi in the back
M-O-P had me grimey and
Marilyn Manson, I dyed my hair
And grew titties
Ludacris told me to them 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