Luyện nghe bài hát Wake Me When I'm Dead

Oh, what a night, yo, that I just been
I barely made it from this hip-hop venue
2 guys, no 3 guys, no fourth, yo, this posse
Try to fake a move and me like a Nazi
Underground club where the are like rolling
I almost got an avalance on my show and
'Cause I writes the fat raps and memorize 'em
I tries 'em this freestyle and boy did I 'em
They said yo, too hype, yo, who's he think he is
He suppose to be commercial like that about the Biz
The kid said "Masta Ace, yo the deal wit the switching?"
bitching, didn't like the rap I was pitching
You see, he was a rapper wit a single to drop
His record label him that he had to make it pop
Take it from me Jack, you're mistaken
Alot of labels been trying to get the bacon
By a brother into something he is not and
You're better of and dammer on a picking cotton
They mold ya and shape ya, bend and they twist 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 head 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 New, the Heavies (2x)

If this was an opera, probably say Figaro
Black kid Brooklyn but don't call me Nigga 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 sit home and write Ice, Ice Baby
'Cause if it comes to, I must have a pocket
I go get a dayjob and rapping, stop it
I'm going 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 I'll come get mine, I guess one day
I gotta work hard and use my head
You'll never hit the point, I'm saying wake me when I'm

(2x)

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

(2x)