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

  the music stops
 Eminem ft. Bizarre, Swifty McVay, Kon  Kuniva, Proof
 
 [Bizarre]
 Music.. reality..
 Sometimes it's hard  tell the difference
 But we as  have a responsibility
 to these  psyche!
 
 [Eminem]
 If I, were to die murdered in cold blood 
 Would you feel sorrow or  love, or would it matter?
 Could never be  lead-off batter
 if there ain't shit for me to feed  I'm see-saw battlin
 But there's way  much at stake for me to be fake
 There's too much on my  I done came way
 too far in this game to turn and  away
 And not  what I got to say
 What the fuck you take me for  joke? You smokin crack?
 'Fore I do that, I'd beg Mariah to take me 
 I'll get up 'fore  get down, run myself in the ground
 'Fore I put some wack  out
 I'm tryin to smack this  out the park, five-thousand mark
 Y'all steady tryin to  a shark
 Ain't gon' do nothin but piss  off, lid to the can of whip-ass
 Just twist me  see me leap out, pull a piece out
 Fuck shootin I'm just  to knock his teeth out
 Fuck with me now bitch, let's see you 
 Talk is cheap, motherfucker if you  feelin froggish leap
 Yo Slim,  gon' let him get away with that?
 He tried  play you, you can't let him skate with that
 Man I hate  crap
 This ain't rap, this is crazy the way we 
  we confuse hip-hop with real life when the music stops
 
 [Swifty McVay]
 Ain't  gettin rid of McVay, if so you woulda tried
 The only way  leavin this bitch is suicide
 I have  clinically, arrived back at my enemies' crib
 with Hennessey, got drunk  I finished it {*BLAM*}
 I'm every nigga's favorite arch 
 Physically fitted to be the most dangerous  with beef
  spark willingly, with a dillinger in the dark dilligently
  not what you think
 I appear to be  up, mentally endangered
 I can't stay away  a razor
 I just  my face in a paper
 I  a nigga had a grenade to squeeze tight
 to awake neighbors  acres
 I'll murder  I gauge and have me turn into a mad man
 Son of  bitch, I'm surgical
 I'm allergic to dyin,  think not?
 You got balls?  can see how large, when the music stops
 
 [Kon Artis]
 I was happy havin a deal at 
 Thought money would make me happy but it  made my pain worse
 It hurts when you  your friends turn their back on you dog
 And you  got nuttin left but your word and your balls
 And you're stressed from the calls of your new 
 Beggin with their hands  checkin for your record when it's sellin
 When  ain't that's the end, no laughs, no friends
  girls, just the gin you drink, till your car spin you think
 DAMN! When you slam into  wall
 and  fall out the car and try to crawl with one arm
 I'm bout to  it all in a pool of alcohol
 If my funeral's tomorrow wonder would  even call?
  the music stops
 
 [Kuniva]
 Let's see how many of  men loyal
 When I pull up lookin for you with a pistol, sippin  can of penzoil
 I'm revved up, who  what, when lead bust
 your head just explode with red  I'm handcuffed
  in the paddywagon; braggin about how you shouted
 like a coward, bullets devoured you,  you niggaz
 If I was you niggaz, I'd run while given  chance
 Understand,  can enhance the spirit of man
  itself it can hurt me
 Just the  of dyin alone that really irks me
  ain't worthy to speak thoughts of cheap talk
 Be smart and stop tryin to walk how G's walk before  spark
 Hug the floor  we playin tug-of-war with your life
 Fuck a tour and a mike,  rather fuck a whore with a knife {AHH!}
 Deliver  shit that coroner's like
 You hype poppin shit in broad 
 Nigga you're a goner at night  when the music stops
 
 [Proof]
 Instigators, turn pits  cages
 Let loose and  the neighbors, wrist to razors
 Y'all don't want war,  want talk
 In the dark  dogs all bark like WOOF!
 Proof nigga I'ma wolf, get your whole 
 caved in  reindeer hoofs
 Stomp the booth,  the floor tiles loose
 The more  breathe shit the more I moves
 It's _Hill Street_, this  hardcore _Blues_
 Put a gun to rap, check in all our  (nigga)
  make the news, betcha all y'all move
 When  uzi pop you better drop, when the music stop
 
 [Bizarre]
 Music has changed my  in so many ways
 Brain's confused, been  since the 5th grade
 LL told me to  the Bells"
 NWA said "Fuck the Police,"  I'm in jail
 Ninety-three was strictly 
 Fucked up haircut, listened to 
 Michael Jackson - who gon' tell me I ain't 
 Ass  painted white, fuckin Priscilla tonight
 Flyin down  smokin crack
 Transvestite in the front, Eddie Murphy in the 
 M.O.P. had grimey  gritty
 Marilyn Manson I  my hair blue, and grew some titties
 Ludacris told me to throw  bows
 Now I'm in the  with a broken nose and a fractured elbow
 Voices in my head, I'm  in shock
 I'm reachin for the  but the music stops {*blam*}