Luyện nghe bài hát When The Music Stops

Music, reality, sometimes it's to tell the difference
But we as entertainers have a to these kids
Psych!
If I were to die murdered in cold tomorrow
you feel sorrow or show love
Or would it
Can be the lead-off batter of things
Shit for me to off
I'm see-saw
But there's way too at stake for me to be fake
too much on my plate
And I came way too far in this 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,
I put some wack shit out
I'm trying-a this one out the park, five-thousand mark
You all steady trying to drown the
Ain't gonna do but piss me off
Lid to the can of ass, just twist me off
See me leap out, pull the 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 really feeling froggish,
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 stops
There ain't no getting rid of
If so you would've
The only way I'm this bitch is suicide
I have died clinically, arrived at my enemy's crib with Hennessey,
Got drunk I finished he
I'm niggas favorite arch-enemy.
Physically fitted to be the dangerous nigga with beef
I spark willingly with a dillinger in the dark

I'm not what you
I appear to be up
endangered
I stay away from a razor
I want my face in a paper
I a nigga had a grenade to squeeze tight 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 not? You got balls? We can see how large
When the stops
I was having a deal 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 left but your word and your balls
And you're stressed the calls of your new friends
Beggin' with 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 slam the wall and you fall
Out the car, trying to with one arm
to lose it all in a pool of alcohol
If my funeral's tomorrow, if they would even call when the music stops
Let's see how many of your men
When I up looking for you
With a pistol on a can of pennzoil
I'm revved up, who said what would lead bust your head would just
With red stuff I'm hand tossed in the paddy wagon
Braggin about how you shot it a coward, bullets devour you showered you
Niggas, if I was you niggas, I'll run while given the
Understand I can the spirit of man
Death itself, it can't hurt me, the thought of dying alone that really
Irks me, you ain't to speak thoughts of cheap talk
Be and stop 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 a knife, deliver that shit the coroner's like
You high hype poppin' shit in broad day nigga your a gonna at night

the music stops
Instigators, pits in cages
Let loose and bit the wrist to razors
You all don't want war, you want
In the dark my dogs all like woof
Proof I'm a wolf, get your whole roof
Caved in like reindeer
the roof shake the floor tiles loose
The more you all breach, the I moves
This hill street, this is hardcore
Put a gun to rap checking all our (nigga)
Or make the betcha all you all move
When the Uzi pop, you better when the music stop
Music's changed my in so many ways
Brains confused and since the 5th grade
LL told me to the bells
N-W-A said 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 Priscella at
Flying down sunset crack
in the front
Eddi in the back
M-O-P had me and griddy
Marilyn Manson, I dyed my hair
And some titties
Ludacris told me to them bow's
Now I'm in the
Broken nose and a elbow
Voices in my head, I'm in shock,
I'm reaching for the but the music stops