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 this hip-hop
These 2 guys, no 3 guys, no fourth, yo, this
Try to a move and bumrush me like a Nazi
Underground club the kids are like rolling
I almost got an dropped on my show and
I writes the fat raps and kids memorize 'em
I tries 'em this and boy did I surprise 'em
They said yo, that's too hype, yo, who's he he is
He suppose to be commercial like that about the Biz
The kid said "Masta Ace, yo the deal wit the switching?"
He's bitching, like the rap I was pitching
You see, he was a rapper wit a about to drop
His record label told him that he had to it pop
Take it from me Jack, you're sadly
Alot of 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 bend and twist ya
get paid like quick fast and that's when they dis ya
So homeboy, you're better off coming the heart
And letting the kids put 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 New, the Heavies (2x)

If this was an opera, I'll say Figaro
Black kid from Brooklyn but don't me Nigga tho'
I the jams 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 home and Ice, Ice Baby
'Cause if it down to, I must have 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 word is final, devinyl and
So face it as if it was a hot sundae
Or I'll come get mine, I maybe one day
I gotta hard and must use my head
You'll never hit the point, I'm saying wake me 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 lose my head
So I the jam that'll make me feel better
I alot of groups that come cheesier than cheddar
But jam is well bulit like '57 Chevies
The Masta, the Ace and the New, the Heavies
So this 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 Beemer and I don't a Benz
Still I got respect for the style 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 rocks the West Coast as 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 'cause it's wasting, second after
You're so busy ripping and kids to shoot ya
to the Jetsons, there's no blacks in the future
you better wake up before you're in over your
Tomorrow, you'll be wake me when I'm dead

(2x)