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

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