🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: When The Music Stops - Eminem

  the music stops
 Eminem  Bizarre, Swifty McVay, Kon Artis, Kuniva, Proof
 
 [Bizarre]
 Music.. reality..
 Sometimes it's hard to tell  difference
 But we  entertainers.. have a responsibility
 to  kids.. psyche!
 
 [Eminem]
 If I, were to die murdered in cold blood 
 Would you  sorrow or show love, or would it matter?
 Could never be  lead-off batter
 if there ain't  for me to feed off, I'm see-saw battlin
 But  way too much at stake for me to be fake
 There's  much on my plate, I done came way
 too  in this game to turn and walk away
  not say what I got to say
 What the fuck you take me for a joke?  smokin crack?
 'Fore I do  I'd beg Mariah to take me back
 I'll get up 'fore I  down, run myself in the ground
  I put some wack shit out
  tryin to smack this one out the park, five-thousand mark
  steady tryin to drown a shark
 Ain't gon' do nothin  piss me off, lid to the can of whip-ass
 Just twist me off, see me leap out, pull a  out
 Fuck shootin I'm just  to knock his teeth out
 Fuck with  now bitch, let's see you freestyle
 Talk  cheap, motherfucker if you really feelin froggish leap
 Yo  you gon' let him get away with that?
 He  to play you, you can't let him skate with that
 Man  hate this crap
 This ain't  this is crazy the way we act
  we confuse hip-hop with real life when the music stops
 
 [Swifty McVay]
 Ain't no gettin rid of McVay, if so you woulda 
 The  way I'm leavin this bitch is suicide
  have died clinically, arrived back at my enemies' crib
 with Hennessey, got drunk then I finished it 
 I'm every nigga's  arch enemy
 Physically fitted to be the most dangerous  with beef
 I  willingly, with a dillinger in the dark dilligently
  not what you think
 I appear to be fucked up,  endangered
 I can't stay  from a razor
 I just want my face in  paper
 I wish a nigga had a  to squeeze tight
 to  neighbors for acres
  murder you, I gauge and have me turn into a mad man
  of sam bitch, I'm surgical
 I'm allergic to  you think not?
 You got balls? We can see how large, when the  stops
 
 [Kon Artis]
 I  happy havin a deal at first
  money would make me happy but it only made my pain worse
 It hurts when you see your friends  their back on you dog
  you ain't got nuttin left but your word and your balls
 And you're stressed from the calls of  new friends
 Beggin with their hands  checkin for your record when it's sellin
 When it ain't that's the end, no laughs, no 
 No girls, just the  you drink, till your car spin you think
 DAMN!  you slam into the wall
 and  fall out the car and try to crawl with one arm
 I'm bout to lose  all in a pool of alcohol
 If my funeral's  wonder would they even call?
 When the  stops
 
 [Kuniva]
 Let's see how many  your men loyal
 When I  up lookin for you with a pistol, sippin a can of penzoil
  revved up, who said what, when lead bust
 your head just explode with  stuff, I'm handcuffed
 Tossed in the  braggin about how you shouted
 like a coward, bullets devoured  showered you niggaz
 If I was you niggaz, I'd run while given  chance
 Understand, I can enhance the spirit  man
 Death  it can hurt me
 Just the thought of dyin alone that really  me
 You ain't worthy to  thoughts of cheap talk
 Be smart and stop tryin to walk how G's  before we spark
 Hug the floor  we playin tug-of-war with your life
 Fuck a tour and a mike, I'd rather fuck a whore  a knife {AHH!}
 Deliver that shit that  like
 You hype poppin shit in  daylight
  you're a goner at night - when the music stops
 
 [Proof]
 Instigators, turn  in cages
 Let loose and bit the neighbors,  to razors
 Y'all don't want war, y'all  talk
 In the dark my dogs all bark  WOOF!
  nigga I'ma wolf, get your whole roof
 caved in like  hoofs
 Stomp the booth, shake the floor  loose
 The  y'all breathe shit the more I moves
 It's _Hill Street_, this is hardcore 
 Put a gun to  check in all our dues (nigga)
 Or make the news, betcha all  move
 When the uzi pop you  drop, when the music stop
 
 [Bizarre]
 Music has changed my life  so many ways
 Brain's confused, been fucked since the  grade
 LL told  to "Rock the Bells"
 NWA said "Fuck  Police," now I'm in jail
 Ninety-three was strictly 
 Fucked  haircut, listened to Jodeci
 Michael Jackson - who gon' tell me  ain't Mike?
 Ass cheeks painted white, fuckin Priscilla 
 Flyin down Sunset smokin 
 Transvestite in the front,  Murphy in the back
 M.O.P. had  and gritty
 Marilyn Manson I dyed my hair blue, and  some titties
 Ludacris told  to throw them bows
 Now I'm in  hospital with a broken nose and a fractured elbow
 Voices in  head, I'm goin in shock
 I'm  for the glock but the music stops {*blam*}