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

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