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 and bumrush me like a Nazi
Underground club where the are like rolling
I almost got an avalance on my show and
'Cause I the fat raps and kids memorize 'em
I tries 'em this and boy did I surprise 'em
They yo, that's too hype, yo, who's he think he is
He suppose to be like that song 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 wit a single about to drop
His record label him that he had to make it pop
Take it from me Jack, sadly mistaken
Alot of record been trying to get the bacon
By making a brother into 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 paid quick fast and that's when they dis ya
So homeboy, you're better off coming from the
And letting the kids put record on the chart
You must use your and forget what they said
'Cause in about a year you'll be like 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 from but don't call me Nigga tho'
I rocks the jams for the population
I wonder, I wonder, can I the nation
futile, so I try, yes, hoping, yea, maybe
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, stop 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 word is final, and delicious
So face it as if it was a hot fudge
Or come get mine, I guess maybe one day
I gotta hard and must use my head
You'll never hit the point, I'm wake 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 that come cheesier than
But this jam is bulit like '57 Chevies
The Masta, the Ace and the New, the Heavies
So weigh this on ya, scaling
We be prevailing others be failing
I'm hailing from 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 of jazz like confusion
I'm cruising not for a but I'll break up
Anything that's broiling an LA Laker
So I rocks the West 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 than Murdoch
Instead of confronting, you be checking
The time 'cause it's wasting, 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 you're in over your head
Tomorrow, you'll be screaming me when I'm dead

(2x)