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 to die murdered in cold blood tomorrow
you feel sorrow or show love
Or it matter
Can never be the lead-off batter of
Shit for me to 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 fuck you me for? A joke? You smoking 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 trying to the shark
Ain't gonna do but piss me off
Lid to the can of ass, just twist me off
See me out, pull the piece out,
Fuck shooting I'm just to knock his teeth out
Fuck with me now, bitch, see you freestyle
Talk is cheap, motherfucker if you're really froggish, leap
Yo slim, gonna let him get away with that?
He tried to play you, you let him 'scape with that
Man I this crap, this ain't rap,
This is the way we act
When we confuse hip-hop with real life the music stops
There ain't no rid of McVeigh
If so you would've
The only way I'm leaving this is suicide
I have died clinically, arrived back at my enemy's with Hennessey,
Got then I finished he
I'm every favorite arch-enemy.
Physically fitted to be the most dangerous nigga with
I spark with a dillinger in the dark diligently

I'm not what you
I appear to be up
Mentally
I stay away from a razor
I just want my in a paper
I wish a nigga had a grenade to squeeze tight to awake for acres
I you
had me turned into 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
When the stops
I was happy 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 got nothing left but your word and your balls
And you're stressed from the calls of new friends
Beggin' they hands out
for your record when its selling
When it ain't, that's the end, no
No no girl
Just the gin you drink till car spin, you think
Damn!

You slam into the and you fall
Out the car, to crawl with one arm
About to it all in a pool of alcohol
If my funeral's tomorrow, wonder if they would even call 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 revved up, who said what would lead bust your head would explode
With red stuff I'm cuffed tossed in the paddy wagon
Braggin how you shot it like a coward, bullets devour you showered you
Niggas, if I was you niggas, I'll run given the chance
Understand I can the spirit of man
Death itself, it can't hurt me, just the of dying alone that really
Irks me, you ain't worthy to speak thoughts of cheap
Be smart and stop trying to walk how g's walk before we
Hug the while we plan tug-o-war 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 high hype poppin' shit in broad day light nigga your a gonna at

When the stops
Instigators, turn in cages
Let and bit the neighbors wrist to razors
You all don't want war, you talk
In the dark my dogs all bark like
nigga I'm a wolf, get your whole roof
Caved in like hoofs
Stomped the roof shake the tiles loose
The more you all breach, the more I
This hill street, this is hardcore
Put a gun to rap all our jewels (nigga)
Or make the news betcha all you all
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 rock the
N-W-A fuck 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 cheeks painted
Fucking Priscella at
Flying down smoking crack
Transvestite in the
Murphy in the back
M-O-P had me grimey and
Marilyn Manson, I dyed my blue
And some titties
Ludacris me to throw them bow's
Now I'm in the
Broken nose and a fractured
in my head, I'm going in shock,
I'm reaching for the glock but the stops