Luyện nghe bài hát When The Music Stops

Music, reality, sometimes hard to tell the difference
But we as have a responsibility to these kids
Psych!
If I were to die murdered in cold tomorrow
Would you sorrow or show love
Or it matter
Can never be the batter of things
Shit for me to off
I'm see-saw
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 game to turn and walk away
And not say I got to say
the fuck you take me for? A joke? You smoking crack?
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 wack out
I'm smack this one out the park, five-thousand mark
You all trying to drown the shark
gonna do nothing but piss me off
Lid to the can of whoop ass, twist me off
See me out, pull the piece out,
Fuck shooting I'm just trying to knock his out
Fuck with me now, bitch, let's see you
Talk is cheap, motherfucker if you're 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 crap, this ain't rap,
This is the way we act
When we hip-hop with real life when the music stops
There ain't no rid of McVeigh
If so you tried
The only way I'm leaving this is suicide
I have died clinically, arrived at my enemy's crib with Hennessey,
Got then I finished he
I'm every niggas arch-enemy.
Physically fitted to be the dangerous nigga with beef
I spark 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 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 deal at
money would make me happy but
It made my pain worst,
It hurts when you see your friends turn back on you dawg
When you ain't got nothing left but your word and balls
And you're stressed from the of your new friends
Beggin' they hands out
Checking for your when its selling
it ain't, that's the end, no laughs
No no girl
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
to lose it all in a pool of alcohol
If my funeral's tomorrow, wonder if they would even call when the stops
Let's see how many of your men
When I up looking for you
With a sipping on a can of pennzoil
I'm revved up, who said what would lead your head would just explode
With red stuff I'm cuffed tossed in the paddy wagon
about 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 enchance the of man
Death itself, it can't hurt me, just the of dying alone that really
Irks me, you worthy to speak thoughts of cheap talk
Be smart and 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
I'll rather fuck a whore with a knife, deliver that shit the coroner's
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 war, you want talk
In the dark my all bark like woof
Proof nigga I'm a wolf, get your whole
Caved in like reindeer
Stomped the roof shake the tiles 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 news betcha all you all
When the Uzi pop, you better drop when the stop
Music's my life in so many ways
confused and fucked since the 5th grade
LL told me to rock the
N-W-A said the police

Now I'm in
93 was R&B
up hair cut
Listen to
Jackson, who gonna tell me I ain't Mike
Ass cheeks white
Priscella at night
Flying sunset smoking crack
Transvestite in the
Eddi Murphy in the
M-O-P had me grimey and
Marilyn Manson, I dyed my hair
And grew some
Ludacris told me to them bow's
Now I'm in the
nose and a fractured elbow
Voices in my head, I'm in shock,
I'm for the glock but the music stops