Luyện nghe bài hát Wake Me When I'm Dead

Oh, what a night, yo, that I just been
I barely it home from this hip-hop venue
These 2 guys, no 3 guys, no fourth, yo, posse
Try to fake a move and me like a Nazi
Underground club where the kids are like
I almost got an avalance dropped on my and
'Cause I the fat raps and kids memorize 'em
I tries 'em freestyle and boy did I surprise 'em
said yo, that's too hype, yo, who's he think he is
He suppose to be like that song about the Biz
The kid "Masta Ace, yo what's the deal wit the switching?"
He's bitching, like the rap I was pitching
You see, he was a rapper wit a about to drop
His record label told him he had to make it pop
Take it me Jack, you're sadly mistaken
of record labels been trying to get the bacon
By making a brother something he is not and
You're better of and dammer on a farm cotton
They mold ya and ya, they bend and they twist ya
They get paid like quick fast and that's when dis ya
So homeboy, you're better off from the heart
And the kids put your record on the chart
You must use your and forget what they said
'Cause in about a year you'll be like me when I'm dead

(Chorus)
(Wake up) The Masta, the Ace and the Brand New, the (2x)

If this was an opera, I'll say Figaro
Black kid from Brooklyn but don't call me tho'
I the jams for the young population
I wonder, I wonder, can I change the
futile, so I try, yes, hoping, yea, maybe
But I can't sit and write Ice, Ice Baby
'Cause if it down to, I must have a pocket
I go get a and rapping, I'll stop it
I'm going out, so, yo, firm I am standing
my jams are fat like a cop named Canon
My rap is for the mind, it's
My is final, devinyl and delicious
So face it as if it was a hot sundae
Or come get mine, I guess maybe one day
I gotta hard and must use my head
never hit the point, I'm saying wake me when I'm dead

(2x)

Wake me I'm dead, hey yo, wake me when I'm dead
This life is like a nightmare, I'm lose my head
So I the jam that'll make me feel better
I hear alot of groups that cheesier than cheddar
But this jam is well bulit '57 Chevies
The Masta, the Ace and the Brand New, the
So weigh this on ya, underground
We be prevailing while be failing
I'm from Brooklyn and I strive for the ends
But I need a Beemer and I don't need a Benz
Still I got for the style I'll be choosing
Rapping to the soul kind of like confusion
I'm cruising not for a bruising but I'll up
Anything that's broiling like an LA
So I rocks the Coast as well as the city, yo
I got crazy flavor a PE video
I got alot of, um, skill and that's word doc
With battle, who me G, you're crazier Murdoch
of confronting, you oughta be checking
The time 'cause it's wasting, after second
You're so busy ripping and daring kids to ya
According to the Jetsons, no blacks in the future
you better wake up before you're in your head
Tomorrow, be screaming wake me when I'm dead

(2x)