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

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