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

 When the  stops
 Eminem ft. Bizarre, Swifty McVay, Kon Artis,  Proof
 
 [Bizarre]
 Music.. reality..
 Sometimes it's hard to tell the 
 But we as entertainers..  a responsibility
 to these  psyche!
 
 [Eminem]
 If I, were to die murdered in cold  tomorrow
 Would you feel sorrow or show love, or would it 
 Could never be  lead-off batter
 if there ain't shit for me to feed off, I'm see-saw 
 But there's way too much at stake for me  be fake
 There's too much on my plate,  done came way
 too far in this  to turn and walk away
 And not  what I got to say
 What the  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
 'Fore I put some wack shit 
 I'm tryin to smack this one out the park, five-thousand 
 Y'all steady tryin  drown a shark
 Ain't gon' do  but piss me off, lid to the can of whip-ass
 Just twist me off, see  leap out, pull a piece out
 Fuck shootin I'm just tryin to knock his  out
 Fuck with me now bitch, let's  you freestyle
 Talk  cheap, motherfucker if you really feelin froggish leap
 Yo Slim,  gon' let him get away with that?
 He tried to play you, you can't let him skate  that
 Man I hate this 
 This ain't  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  if so you woulda tried
 The only way I'm leavin  bitch is suicide
 I have died  arrived back at my enemies' crib
 with Hennessey, got drunk  I finished it {*BLAM*}
 I'm  nigga's favorite arch enemy
  fitted to be the most dangerous nigga with beef
 I spark willingly,  a dillinger in the dark dilligently
  not what you think
 I appear to be fucked  mentally endangered
 I  stay away from a razor
  just want my face in a paper
 I wish a nigga had a grenade to squeeze 
  awake neighbors for acres
 I'll murder you, I gauge and have me turn into a  man
 Son of sam  I'm surgical
 I'm allergic to  you think not?
 You got balls? We can see how large, when the  stops
 
 [Kon Artis]
 I was happy havin a deal  first
 Thought money would make  happy but it only made my pain worse
 It hurts when you see your friends turn their back  you dog
 And you ain't  nuttin left but your word and your balls
  you're stressed from the calls of your new friends
 Beggin with their hands out, checkin for  record when it's sellin
  it ain't that's the end, no laughs, no friends
 No girls,  the gin you drink, till your car spin you think
  When you slam into the wall
 and  fall out the car and try to crawl with one arm
 I'm bout to lose it  in a pool of alcohol
 If my funeral's tomorrow wonder would they  call?
 When the  stops
 
 [Kuniva]
 Let's see how  of your men loyal
 When I pull up lookin for you with a pistol, sippin a  of penzoil
 I'm revved up, who said what, when lead 
  head just explode with red stuff, I'm handcuffed
 Tossed  the paddywagon; braggin about how you shouted
  a coward, bullets devoured you, showered you niggaz
 If I was  niggaz, I'd run while given a chance
 Understand, I can  the spirit of man
 Death itself it  hurt me
 Just the  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 the floor while we playin tug-of-war with your 
 Fuck a tour and a mike, I'd rather fuck a whore with a knife 
 Deliver that  that coroner's like
 You hype poppin shit  broad daylight
 Nigga you're a goner at night -  the music stops
 
 [Proof]
 Instigators, turn pits in 
 Let loose and bit the  wrist to razors
 Y'all  want war, y'all want talk
 In the dark my  all bark like WOOF!
 Proof nigga  wolf, get your whole roof
 caved in like  hoofs
 Stomp the booth,  the floor tiles loose
 The more y'all breathe shit the more  moves
 It's _Hill Street_, this is hardcore 
  a gun to rap, check in all our dues (nigga)
 Or make the news,  all y'all move
 When the uzi pop  better drop, when the music stop
 
 [Bizarre]
 Music has changed my life in so many 
 Brain's confused, been fucked  the 5th grade
 LL told me to "Rock  Bells"
 NWA said "Fuck  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 down Sunset  crack
 Transvestite  the front, Eddie Murphy in the back
  had grimey and gritty
 Marilyn Manson I dyed my hair blue, and grew  titties
 Ludacris  me to throw them bows
 Now I'm in the hospital with a broken nose  a fractured elbow
 Voices in  head, I'm goin in shock
 I'm reachin for the glock but the  stops {*blam*}