Luyện nghe bài hát Wake Me When I'm Dead

Oh, what a night, yo, that I been through
I barely made it home from hip-hop venue
2 guys, no 3 guys, no fourth, yo, this posse
Try to fake a move and me like a Nazi
Underground where the kids are like rolling
I almost got an avalance dropped on my and
'Cause I writes the fat raps and 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 commercial like that about the Biz
The kid "Masta Ace, yo what's the deal wit the switching?"
bitching, didn't like the rap I was pitching
You see, he was a rapper wit a about to drop
His record label him that he had to make it pop
it from me Jack, you're sadly mistaken
Alot of record been trying to get the bacon
By making a into something he is not and
You're better of and dammer on a picking cotton
They mold ya and shape ya, they and they twist ya
They get paid like quick fast and that's when dis ya
So homeboy, you're better off coming from the
And letting the kids put your on the chart
You must use your head and forget what they
'Cause in about a year you'll be like wake me I'm dead

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

If this was an opera, I'll probably say
Black kid Brooklyn but don't call me Nigga tho'
I rocks the for the young population
I wonder, I wonder, can I the nation
futile, so I try, yes, hoping, yea, maybe
But I can't sit and write Ice, Ice Baby
'Cause if it comes down to, I must have a
I go get a dayjob and rapping, stop it
I'm never going out, so, yo, firm I am
my jams are fat like a cop named Canon
My rap is for the mind, it's
My word is final, and delicious
So face it as if it was a hot sundae
Or I'll come get mine, I guess 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 gonna lose my
So I make the jam that'll make me feel
I alot of groups that come cheesier than cheddar
But this jam is well bulit '57 Chevies
The Masta, the Ace and the New, the Heavies
So weigh on ya, underground scaling
We be prevailing while be failing
I'm hailing from Brooklyn and I strive for the
But I need a Beemer and I don't need a Benz
Still I got respect for the style be choosing
Rapping to the soul of jazz like confusion
I'm cruising not for a bruising but break up
Anything that's like an LA Laker
So I rocks the West as well as the city, yo
I got crazy flavor a PE video
Plus I got alot of, um, skill and that's doc
With battle, who me G, you're than Murdoch
Instead of confronting, you oughta be
The time it's wasting, second after second
You're so busy and daring kids to shoot ya
to the Jetsons, there's no blacks in the future
you better wake up you're in over your head
Tomorrow, be screaming wake me when I'm dead

(2x)