🎵 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 tell  difference
 But we  entertainers.. have a responsibility
 to these kids.. 
 
 [Eminem]
 If I,  to die murdered in cold blood tomorrow
 Would you feel sorrow or show love, or would  matter?
 Could  be the lead-off batter
 if there ain't shit for me to feed off,  see-saw battlin
 But there's way too much at stake  me to be fake
 There's too much on my plate,  done came way
 too far in this game to  and walk away
 And not say what I got to 
 What the fuck you take me for a  You smokin crack?
 'Fore I do that, I'd beg Mariah to take  back
 I'll get up 'fore I get down, run myself  the ground
 'Fore  put some wack shit out
 I'm tryin to smack this one out  park, five-thousand mark
 Y'all steady tryin to drown a 
 Ain't gon' do nothin but piss  off, lid to the can of whip-ass
 Just twist me off, see me leap out, pull a piece 
 Fuck shootin I'm just tryin  knock his teeth out
 Fuck  me now bitch, let's see you freestyle
 Talk is cheap, motherfucker  you really feelin froggish leap
 Yo Slim, you gon'  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, this is crazy the  we act
 When  confuse hip-hop with real life when the music stops
 
 [Swifty McVay]
 Ain't no gettin rid of McVay, if so you woulda 
 The only way I'm leavin this bitch is 
 I have died clinically, arrived back at my enemies' 
 with  got drunk then I finished it {*BLAM*}
 I'm every nigga's  arch enemy
  fitted to be the most dangerous nigga with beef
 I spark willingly, with  dillinger in the dark dilligently
  not what you think
 I appear to be fucked up,  endangered
  can't stay away from a razor
 I just want my face in  paper
 I wish a nigga had  grenade to squeeze tight
 to awake neighbors  acres
 I'll murder you,  gauge and have me turn into a mad man
 Son of sam bitch,  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  first
 Thought money would make me happy but it only made my pain 
 It hurts when you see your friends turn  back on you dog
 And you ain't got  left but your word and your balls
 And you're  from the calls of your new friends
 Beggin with their hands out, checkin for  record when it's sellin
 When it ain't that's the end, no  no friends
 No girls, just the gin you drink, till your car spin  think
  When you slam into the wall
 and you fall  the car and try to crawl with one arm
 I'm bout to lose it  in a pool of alcohol
 If  funeral's tomorrow wonder would they even call?
 When the music 
 
 [Kuniva]
 Let's see how many of your men 
 When I pull up lookin for you with a pistol, sippin a can  penzoil
 I'm  up, who said what, when lead bust
 your  just explode with red stuff, I'm handcuffed
 Tossed in the paddywagon; braggin about how  shouted
 like a  bullets devoured you, showered you niggaz
 If I  you niggaz, I'd run while given a chance
 Understand, I can enhance the spirit of 
 Death itself it can  me
 Just the thought of  alone that really irks me
 You ain't worthy to speak thoughts  cheap talk
 Be smart and stop tryin  walk how G's walk before we spark
 Hug the floor while we playin tug-of-war with your 
 Fuck a tour and a mike,  rather fuck 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 the  stops
 
 [Proof]
 Instigators, turn pits  cages
 Let loose  bit the neighbors, wrist to razors
 Y'all don't want war, y'all  talk
 In the dark my dogs  bark like WOOF!
  nigga I'ma wolf, get your whole roof
 caved in  reindeer hoofs
 Stomp the  shake the floor tiles loose
 The more y'all breathe shit  more I moves
 It's _Hill Street_, this  hardcore _Blues_
 Put a gun to rap, check in  our dues (nigga)
 Or make the news,  all y'all move
  the uzi pop you better drop, when the music stop
 
 [Bizarre]
 Music has changed my life  so many ways
 Brain's  been fucked since the 5th grade
 LL told me to  the Bells"
 NWA  "Fuck the Police," now I'm in jail
 Ninety-three was strictly 
 Fucked up haircut, listened to 
 Michael  - who gon' tell me I ain't Mike?
  cheeks painted white, fuckin Priscilla tonight
 Flyin  Sunset smokin crack
  in the front, Eddie Murphy in the back
 M.O.P. had grimey  gritty
 Marilyn Manson I dyed my hair  and grew some titties
 Ludacris told me to  them bows
 Now I'm in the hospital with a broken nose  a fractured elbow
 Voices in my  I'm goin in shock
 I'm reachin for the glock but  music stops {*blam*}