Luyện nghe bài hát Wake Me When I'm Dead

Oh, what a night, yo, that I just through
I barely made it from this hip-hop venue
These 2 guys, no 3 guys, no fourth, yo, this
Try to a move and bumrush me like a Nazi
Underground where the kids are like rolling
I almost got an dropped on my show 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 said "Masta Ace, yo the deal wit the switching?"
He's bitching, didn't like the rap I was
You see, he was a rapper wit a about to drop
His record told him that he had to make it pop
it from me Jack, you're sadly mistaken
Alot of record labels trying to get the bacon
By a brother into something he is not and
You're better of and on a farm picking cotton
They mold ya and shape ya, they bend and they ya
They get like quick fast and that's when they dis ya
So homeboy, better off coming from the heart
And letting the kids put your record on the
You must use your head and forget what they
'Cause in about a year you'll be like wake me when I'm

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

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

(2x)

Wake me when I'm dead, hey yo, wake me when I'm
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 that come cheesier than cheddar
But this jam is well like '57 Chevies
The Masta, the Ace and the Brand New, the
So weigh this on ya, underground
We be prevailing while others be
I'm hailing from and I strive for the ends
But I need a Beemer and I don't need a Benz
Still I got respect for the style I'll be
Rapping to the soul kind of like confusion
I'm cruising not for a bruising but break up
Anything 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, crazier than Murdoch
of confronting, you oughta be checking
The time 'cause it's wasting, second second
You're so busy ripping and kids to shoot ya
According to the Jetsons, no blacks in the future
you better wake up you're in over your head
Tomorrow, you'll be wake me when I'm dead

(2x)