Luyện nghe bài hát When The Music Stops

Music, reality, sometimes hard to tell the difference
But we as entertainers have a responsibility to these
Psych!
If I were to die in cold blood tomorrow
Would you feel or show love
Or would it
Can be the lead-off batter of things
Shit for me to off
I'm see-saw
But there's way too at stake for me to be fake
There's too much on my
And I came way too far in this game to turn and 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 Mariah to take me
I get up 'for I get down, run in the ground,
'For I put wack shit out
I'm trying-a smack one out the park, five-thousand mark
You all steady trying to drown the
Ain't do nothing but piss me off
Lid to the can of ass, just twist me off
See me out, pull the piece out,
shooting I'm just trying to knock his teeth out
Fuck with me now, bitch, let's see you
is cheap, motherfucker if you're really feeling froggish, leap
Yo slim, you're gonna let him get away that?
He tried to you, you can't let him 'scape with that
Man I hate this crap, this rap,
This is the way we act
When we confuse with real life when the music stops
There ain't no rid of McVeigh
If so you would've
The only way I'm leaving this bitch is
I have died clinically, arrived back at my enemy's with Hennessey,
Got drunk I finished he
I'm every favorite arch-enemy.
fitted to be the most dangerous nigga with beef
I spark willingly with a in the dark diligently

I'm not you think
I appear to be up
endangered
I can't away from a razor
I just want my in a paper
I a nigga had a grenade to squeeze 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
the music stops
I was happy having a deal at
Thought money 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 and your balls
And you're stressed from the calls of your new
Beggin' they hands out
Checking for your record its selling
When it ain't, the end, no laughs
No no girl
Just the gin you drink your car spin, you think
Damn!

You slam the wall and you fall
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
a pistol sipping on a can of pennzoil
I'm revved up, who said what would lead bust head would just explode
With red I'm hand cuffed tossed in the paddy wagon
Braggin about how you it like a coward, bullets devour you showered you
Niggas, if I was you niggas, I'll run while the chance
I can enchance the spirit of man
Death itself, it can't hurt me, the thought of dying alone that really
Irks me, you ain't to speak thoughts of cheap talk
Be smart and stop trying to walk how g's walk we spark
Hug the floor while we plan with your life, fuck the tour and the mic
I'll rather fuck a whore a knife, deliver that shit the coroner's like
You high hype poppin' shit in day light nigga your a gonna at night

When the stops
Instigators, turn in cages
Let loose and bit the wrist to razors
You all don't war, you want talk
In the dark my dogs all bark like
Proof nigga I'm a wolf, get whole roof
Caved in reindeer hoofs
Stomped the shake the floor tiles loose
The more you all breach, the I moves
This hill street, is hardcore blues
Put a gun to rap checking all our (nigga)
Or make the news betcha all you all
When the Uzi pop, you drop when the music stop
Music's changed my life in so ways
Brains and fucked since the 5th grade
LL me to rock the bells
N-W-A fuck the police

Now I'm in
93 was R&B
up hair cut
Listen to
Michael Jackson, who gonna me I ain't Mike
Ass painted white
Priscella at night
Flying down sunset smoking
in the front
Eddi in the back
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
Broken nose and a elbow
in my head, I'm going in shock,
I'm reaching for the glock but the stops