Luyện nghe bài hát Wake Me When I'm Dead

Oh, what a night, yo, that I been through
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 dropped on my show and
I writes the fat raps and kids memorize 'em
I tries 'em freestyle and boy did I surprise 'em
They said yo, that's too hype, yo, who's he he is
He suppose to be commercial like song about the Biz
The kid said "Masta Ace, yo what's the wit the switching?"
He's bitching, didn't like the rap I was
You see, he was a wit a single about to drop
His label told him that he had to make it pop
Take it from me Jack, you're sadly
Alot of record been trying to get the bacon
By making a brother into he is not and
You're of and dammer on a farm picking cotton
They mold ya and shape ya, they bend and they ya
They get paid like fast and that's when they dis ya
So homeboy, you're better off coming from the
And the kids put your record on the chart
You must use your head and what they said
'Cause in about a year you'll be wake me when I'm dead

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

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

(2x)

Wake me when I'm dead, hey yo, me when I'm dead
This life is like a nightmare, I'm lose my head
So I make the jam that'll make me better
I hear alot of groups come cheesier than cheddar
But jam is well bulit like '57 Chevies
The Masta, the Ace and the New, the Heavies
So weigh this on ya, scaling
We be while others be failing
I'm from Brooklyn and I strive for the ends
But I don't need a Beemer and I need a Benz
Still I got respect for the style I'll be
Rapping to the soul kind of jazz confusion
I'm cruising not for a bruising but I'll up
that's broiling like an LA Laker
So I rocks the West as well as the city, yo
I got crazy flavor like a PE
Plus I got alot of, um, skill and word doc
With battle, who me G, you're crazier than
Instead of confronting, you be checking
The time 'cause it's wasting, second second
You're so ripping and daring kids to shoot ya
to the Jetsons, there's 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)