Luyện nghe bài hát When The Music Stops

Music, reality, sometimes it's hard to tell the
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
for me to feed off
I'm battling
But there's way too at stake for me to be fake
There's too on my plate
And I came way too far in this game to and walk away
And not say I got to say
What the fuck you take me for? A joke? You smoking
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, five-thousand
You all steady to drown the shark
Ain't do nothing 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 just trying to knock his out
with me now, bitch, let's see you freestyle
Talk is cheap, motherfucker if you're really 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 crap, this ain't rap,
is crazy the way we act
When we hip-hop with real life when the music stops
There ain't no rid of McVeigh
If so you tried
The only way I'm leaving bitch is suicide
I have died clinically, arrived back at my enemy's with Hennessey,
Got drunk I finished he
I'm niggas favorite arch-enemy.
Physically fitted to be the most dangerous nigga beef
I spark willingly with a dillinger in the diligently

I'm not what you
I appear to be up
Mentally
I can't stay away 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 think You got balls? We can see how large
When the music
I was happy having a at first
Thought money would make me but
It only my pain worst,
It hurts you see your friends turn their back on you dawg
you ain't got nothing left but your word and your balls
And you're stressed the calls of your new friends
with they hands out
Checking for record when its selling
it ain't, that's the end, no laughs
No no girl
Just the gin you drink your car spin, you think
Damn!

You slam into the wall and you
Out the car, trying to 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 stops
Let's see how of your men loyal
When I up looking for you
With a sipping on a can of pennzoil
I'm revved up, who what would lead bust your head 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
Understand I can enchance the of man
Death itself, it can't hurt me, just the thought of alone that really
me, you ain't worthy to speak thoughts of cheap talk
Be smart and stop to walk how g's walk before we spark
Hug the floor while we plan tug-o-war with your life, the tour and the mic
rather fuck a whore with a knife, deliver that shit the coroner's like
You high hype poppin' shit in broad day light your a gonna at night

the music 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 reindeer
Stomped the roof shake the floor loose
The you all breach, the more I moves
hill street, this is hardcore blues
Put a gun to rap all our jewels (nigga)
Or make the news betcha all you all
the Uzi pop, you better drop when the music stop
Music's my life in so many ways
Brains confused and fucked the 5th grade
LL told me to the bells
N-W-A said fuck the

Now I'm in
93 was R&B
up hair cut
Listen to
Michael Jackson, who tell me I ain't Mike
Ass cheeks painted
Fucking at night
Flying down sunset smoking
Transvestite in the
Eddi Murphy in the
M-O-P had me grimey and
Marilyn Manson, I dyed my blue
And grew titties
Ludacris told me to throw 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 glock but the music