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 fake a move and bumrush me like a
Underground club the kids are like rolling
I almost got an avalance dropped on my and
'Cause I the fat raps and kids memorize 'em
I tries 'em this freestyle and boy did I 'em
They said yo, that's too hype, yo, who's he he is
He to be commercial like that song about the Biz
The kid said "Masta Ace, yo what's the wit the switching?"
bitching, didn't like the rap I was pitching
You see, he was a rapper wit a single about to
His record label told him he had to make it pop
Take it from me Jack, you're mistaken
of record labels been trying to get the bacon
By making a brother into he is not and
You're better of and dammer on a farm 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 the heart
And letting the put your record on the chart
You must use your and forget what they said
in about a year you'll be like wake 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 probably say
Black kid from Brooklyn but don't call me Nigga
I rocks the 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
'Cause if it comes down to, I must a pocket
I go get a and rapping, I'll stop it
I'm never out, so, yo, firm I am standing
'Cause my 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 work 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
life is like a nightmare, I'm gonna lose my head
So I make the jam that'll make me feel
I hear alot of groups that cheesier than cheddar
But this jam is bulit like '57 Chevies
The Masta, the Ace and the New, the Heavies
So weigh on ya, underground scaling
We be prevailing while others be
I'm from Brooklyn and I strive for the ends
But I don't need a 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 not for a bruising but I'll break up
that's broiling like an LA Laker
So I the West Coast as well as the city, yo
I got crazy like a PE video
I got alot of, um, skill and that's word doc
With battle, who me G, you're crazier than
of confronting, you oughta be checking
The time 'cause wasting, second after second
You're so busy ripping and kids to shoot ya
According to the Jetsons, there's no in the future
you better wake up before in over your head
Tomorrow, you'll be screaming me when I'm dead

(2x)