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 murdered in cold tomorrow
Would you feel or show love
Or it matter
Can never be the lead-off of things
for me to feed off
I'm battling
But way too much at stake for me to be fake
There's too much on my
And I came way too far in this game to and walk away
And not say I got to say
What the you take me for? A joke? You smoking crack?
I do that, I beg Mariah to take me back
I get up 'for I get down, run in the ground,
'For I put wack shit out
I'm trying-a smack this one out the park, mark
You all trying to drown the shark
gonna do nothing but piss me off
Lid to the can of ass, just 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, let's see you
Talk is cheap, motherfucker if you're really feeling froggish,
Yo slim, you're let him get away with that?
He tried to play you, you let him 'scape with that
Man I hate this crap, this rap,
is crazy the way we act
When we hip-hop with real life when the music stops
ain't no getting rid of McVeigh
If so you tried
The way I'm leaving this bitch is suicide
I have 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 with beef
I spark willingly with a in the dark diligently

I'm not what you
I to be fucked up
endangered
I can't away from a razor
I just want my in a paper
I wish a nigga had a grenade to squeeze tight to awake neighbors for
I you
had me turned into a mad man, son of Sam, bitch, I'm surgical
I'll allergic to dying, you not? You got balls? We can see how large
When the stops
I was happy having a deal at
Thought money would make me but
It only made my worst,
It hurts you see your friends turn their back on you dawg
When you ain't got nothing left but word and your balls
And you're stressed from the calls of new friends
Beggin' with hands out
Checking for your record its selling
When it ain't, that's the end, no
No friends no
Just the gin you drink 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 the music stops
Let's see how many of men loyal
When I pull up for you
With a pistol on a can of pennzoil
I'm revved up, who said what would lead your head would just explode
red stuff I'm hand 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 while given the
I can enchance the spirit of man
Death itself, it can't hurt me, just the thought of 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 floor 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 like
You high poppin' shit in broad day light nigga your a gonna at night

When the stops
Instigators, pits in cages
Let and bit the neighbors wrist to razors
You all don't war, you want talk
In the dark my all bark like woof
Proof nigga I'm a wolf, get your whole
Caved in reindeer 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 checking all our (nigga)
Or make the news all you all move
When the Uzi pop, you better drop when the stop
Music's changed my life in so many
Brains and fucked since the 5th grade
LL told me to the bells
N-W-A said the police

Now I'm in
93 was R&B
Fucked up cut
Listen to
Michael Jackson, who gonna tell me I Mike
Ass cheeks painted
Fucking Priscella at
Flying sunset smoking crack
in the front
Eddi Murphy in the
M-O-P had me and griddy
Marilyn Manson, I my hair blue
And grew titties
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 for the glock but the music stops