Luyện nghe bài hát When The Music Stops

Music, reality, sometimes it's hard to the difference
But we as entertainers have a to these kids
Psych!
If I to die murdered in cold blood tomorrow
Would you feel sorrow or show
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 for me to be fake
There's too on my plate
And I came way too far in this game to 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 me back
I get up I get down, run myself in the ground,
I put some wack shit out
I'm trying-a smack this one out the park, five-thousand
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,
Fuck shooting I'm just to knock his teeth out
with me now, bitch, let's see you freestyle
Talk is cheap, motherfucker if really feeling froggish, leap
Yo slim, you're gonna let him get with that?
He tried to play you, you can't let him 'scape that
Man I this crap, this ain't rap,
This is the way we act
When we confuse with real life when the music stops
There ain't no getting rid of
If so you would've
The only way I'm leaving bitch is suicide
I died clinically, arrived back at my enemy's crib with Hennessey,
Got then I finished he
I'm every niggas arch-enemy.
Physically fitted to be the most dangerous nigga with
I spark willingly with a dillinger in the diligently

I'm not you think
I to be fucked up
Mentally
I stay away from a razor
I just want my 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 think not? You got We can see how large
the music stops
I was happy having a deal at
money would make me happy but
It only made my worst,
It hurts when you see friends turn their back on you dawg
When you ain't got nothing left but your and your balls
And you're stressed from the of your new friends
Beggin' with hands out
Checking for record 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 into 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 music
Let's see how of your men loyal
When I pull up for you
With a pistol sipping on a can of
I'm revved up, who said what would lead your head would just explode
With red stuff I'm hand cuffed in the paddy wagon
Braggin about how you shot it like a coward, bullets you showered you
Niggas, if I was you niggas, I'll run while the chance
Understand I can enchance the of man
Death itself, it can't hurt me, just the thought of dying alone that
Irks me, you ain't worthy to thoughts of cheap talk
Be smart and stop 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 hype poppin' shit in broad day light nigga your a gonna at night

When the stops
Instigators, turn in cages
Let loose and bit the wrist to razors
You all want war, you want talk
In the dark my dogs all bark woof
Proof nigga I'm a wolf, get your roof
Caved in like reindeer
Stomped the shake the floor tiles loose
The you all breach, the more I moves
This street, this is hardcore blues
Put a gun to rap all our jewels (nigga)
Or make the news all you all move
When the Uzi pop, you better drop the music stop
Music's changed my in so many ways
Brains confused and fucked the 5th grade
LL told me to the bells
N-W-A fuck 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
Fucking at night
Flying sunset smoking crack
Transvestite in the
Eddi Murphy in the
had me grimey and griddy
Marilyn Manson, I dyed my blue
And grew some
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