Luyện nghe bài hát When the Music Stops

Music, reality, sometimes hard to tell the difference
But we as entertainers a responsibility to these kids
Psych!
If I were to die in cold blood tomorrow
you feel sorrow or show love
Or would it
Can never be the lead-off of things
Shit for me to off
I'm battling
But there's way too much at for me to be fake
There's too much on my
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 I get down, run myself in the ground,
I put some wack shit out
I'm trying-a smack one out the park, five-thousand mark
You all trying to drown the shark
Ain't gonna do but piss me off
Lid to the can of whoop ass, just me off
See me leap out, pull the out,
Fuck shooting I'm trying 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 away that?
He tried to play you, you let him 'scape with that
Man I hate this crap, this rap,
This is the way we act
When we confuse hip-hop with real when the music stops
There ain't no rid of McVeigh
If so you would've
The only way I'm leaving bitch is suicide
I have died clinically, back at my enemy's crib with Hennessey,
Got drunk I finished he
I'm every favorite arch-enemy.
Physically fitted to be the most nigga with beef
I spark willingly with a dillinger in the dark

I'm not what you
I to be fucked up
endangered
I can't stay away from a
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
I'll allergic to dying, you think not? You got We can see how large
When the music
I was happy having a deal at
money would make me happy but
It made my pain worst,
It when you see your friends turn their back on you dawg
When you ain't got nothing left but your word and your
And stressed from the calls of your new friends
Beggin' with they out
Checking for your record its selling
When it ain't, that's the end, no
No no girl
the gin you drink till your car spin, you think
Damn!

You slam into the wall and you
Out the car, to crawl with one arm
About to lose it all in a of alcohol
If my funeral's tomorrow, wonder if they would even call when the music
Let's see how many of your men
When I pull up for you
a pistol sipping on a can of pennzoil
I'm revved up, who said what would lead bust your 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 given the chance
I can enchance the spirit of man
Death itself, it can't 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 before we spark
Hug the floor while we plan tug-o-war with your life, fuck the and the mic
I'll rather fuck a whore with a knife, deliver that shit the coroner's
You high hype shit in broad day light nigga your a gonna at night

When the music
Instigators, turn pits in
Let loose and bit the wrist to razors
You all want war, you want talk
In the dark my dogs all bark like
Proof nigga I'm a wolf, get your roof
Caved in reindeer hoofs
Stomped the shake the floor tiles loose
The more you all breach, the more I
hill 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 when the stop
changed my life in so many ways
Brains confused and fucked the 5th grade
LL me to rock the bells
N-W-A fuck the police

Now I'm in
93 was R&B
Fucked up cut
Listen to
Jackson, who gonna tell me I ain't Mike
Ass cheeks painted
Fucking Priscella at
Flying sunset smoking crack
Transvestite in the
Murphy in the back
M-O-P had me and griddy
Marilyn Manson, I dyed my hair
And grew some
told me to throw 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 but the music stops