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

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