Luyện nghe bài hát When the Music Stops

Music, reality, sometimes it's to tell the difference
But we as have a responsibility to these kids
Psych!
If I were to die in cold blood tomorrow
Would you feel sorrow or show
Or it matter
Can never be the lead-off batter of
for me to feed off
I'm battling
But there's way too much at for me to be fake
There's too on my plate
And I way too far in this game to turn and walk away
And not say I got to say
What the 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 trying-a smack this one out the park, five-thousand
You all trying to drown the shark
Ain't gonna do but piss me off
Lid to the can of whoop ass, twist me off
See me leap out, pull the out,
Fuck shooting I'm just trying to his teeth out
Fuck with me now, bitch, let's see you
Talk is cheap, motherfucker if you're feeling froggish, leap
Yo slim, you're gonna let him get away with
He tried to you, you can't let him 'scape with that
Man I this crap, this ain't rap,
is crazy the way we act
When we confuse hip-hop with real life when the music
There ain't no rid of McVeigh
If so you would've
The only way I'm this bitch is suicide
I died clinically, arrived back at my enemy's crib with Hennessey,
Got then I finished he
I'm every favorite arch-enemy.
fitted to be the most dangerous nigga with beef
I spark with a dillinger in the dark diligently

I'm not you think
I appear to be up
Mentally
I can't stay away from a
I just my face in a paper
I wish a nigga had a grenade to squeeze tight to awake for acres
I you
Danger had me turned into a mad man, son of Sam, bitch, I'm
I'll allergic to dying, you not? You got balls? We can see how large
When the stops
I was happy having a at first
Thought money would me happy but
It made my pain worst,
It hurts when you see your friends turn their back on you
you ain't got nothing left but your word and your balls
And you're stressed from the calls of your new
Beggin' they hands out
Checking for your record when its
it ain't, that's the end, no laughs
No no girl
Just the gin you drink till car spin, you think
Damn!

You slam into the wall and you
Out the car, to crawl with one arm
About to it all in a pool of alcohol
If my tomorrow, wonder if they would even call when the music stops
see how many of your men loyal
When I up looking for you
With a pistol sipping on a can of
I'm revved up, who said would lead bust your head would just explode
With red I'm hand cuffed tossed in the paddy wagon
Braggin about how you shot it like a coward, bullets devour you 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, the thought of dying alone that really
Irks me, you ain't worthy to thoughts of cheap talk
Be smart and trying to walk how g's walk before we spark
Hug the floor while we plan tug-o-war your life, fuck the tour and the mic
I'll rather fuck a with 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, turn pits in
Let loose and bit the neighbors to razors
You all don't war, you want talk
In the dark my dogs all bark woof
nigga I'm a wolf, get your whole roof
Caved in like reindeer
Stomped the roof shake the floor 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 when the music stop
changed my life in so many ways
Brains confused and fucked since the 5th
LL me to rock the bells
N-W-A said the police

Now I'm in
93 was R&B
Fucked up cut
to Jodeci
Michael Jackson, who tell me I ain't Mike
Ass cheeks painted
Fucking at night
Flying down 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 them bow's
Now I'm in the
nose and a fractured elbow
Voices in my head, I'm in shock,
I'm reaching for the glock but the stops