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

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