Luyện nghe bài hát When the Music Stops

Music, reality, it's hard to tell the difference
But we as have a responsibility to these kids
Psych!
If I to die murdered in cold blood tomorrow
Would you sorrow or show love
Or it matter
Can never be the lead-off batter of
Shit for me to off
I'm battling
But way too much 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
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 one out the park, five-thousand mark
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 leap out, the piece out,
Fuck I'm just trying to knock his teeth out
Fuck with me now, bitch, see you freestyle
Talk is cheap, motherfucker if you're really feeling froggish,
Yo slim, gonna 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,
This is the way we act
When we confuse hip-hop with life when the music stops
There no getting rid of McVeigh
If so you would've
The only way I'm leaving bitch is suicide
I have died clinically, arrived back at my crib with Hennessey,
Got drunk then I he
I'm every favorite arch-enemy.
Physically to be the most dangerous nigga with beef
I willingly with a dillinger in the dark diligently

I'm not you think
I appear to be up
Mentally
I stay away from a razor
I just my face in a paper
I wish a nigga had a grenade to tight to awake neighbors for acres
I you
Danger had me turned into a mad man, son of Sam, bitch, I'm
allergic to dying, you think 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 back on you dawg
When you ain't got nothing left but word and your balls
And stressed from the calls of your new friends
with they hands out
Checking for your record when its
When it ain't, that's the end, no
No friends no
Just the gin you drink till your car spin, you
Damn!

You into the wall and you fall
Out the car, trying to with one arm
About to lose it all in a pool of
If my funeral's tomorrow, wonder if they would call when the music stops
see how many of your men loyal
When I pull up for you
With a pistol sipping on a can of
I'm up, who said what would lead bust your head would just explode
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 enchance the of man
Death itself, it hurt me, just the thought of dying alone that really
Irks me, you ain't worthy to speak thoughts of talk
Be smart and stop trying to walk how g's walk before we
Hug the floor while we tug-o-war with your life, fuck the tour and the mic
I'll fuck a whore with 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 neighbors wrist to
You all don't war, you want talk
In the my dogs all bark like woof
Proof nigga I'm a wolf, get your whole
in like reindeer hoofs
Stomped the roof shake the floor tiles
The you all breach, the more I moves
This hill street, 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 better drop when the stop
Music's changed my life in so ways
Brains confused and fucked the 5th grade
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 gonna me I ain't Mike
Ass painted white
Fucking at night
Flying down sunset crack
in the front
Eddi Murphy in the
had me grimey and griddy
Marilyn Manson, I dyed my hair
And grew titties
Ludacris me to throw 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 but the music stops