Luyện nghe bài hát Wake Me When I'm Dead

Oh, what a night, yo, that I just been
I barely made it home from hip-hop venue
These 2 guys, no 3 guys, no fourth, yo, posse
Try to a move and bumrush me like a Nazi
Underground where the kids are like rolling
I got an avalance dropped on my show and
'Cause I writes the fat raps and memorize 'em
I tries 'em this freestyle and boy did I 'em
said yo, that's too hype, yo, who's he think he is
He suppose to be commercial that song about the Biz
The kid "Masta Ace, yo what's 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 told him that he had to make it pop
Take it from me Jack, you're mistaken
Alot of record been trying to get the bacon
By a brother into something he is not and
You're better of and on a farm picking cotton
They mold ya and shape ya, bend and they twist ya
They get paid like quick and that's when they dis ya
So homeboy, you're better off from the heart
And the kids put your record on the chart
You must use your head and forget what said
'Cause in about a year you'll be like wake me I'm dead

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

If this was an opera, I'll say Figaro
Black kid from Brooklyn but 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 down to, I have a pocket
I go get a and rapping, I'll stop it
I'm going out, so, yo, firm I am standing
'Cause my jams are fat like a cop Canon
My rap is for the mind, it's
My word is final, devinyl and
So it as if it was a hot fudge 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 when I'm

(2x)

Wake me when I'm dead, hey yo, wake me when I'm
life is like a nightmare, I'm gonna lose my head
So I the jam that'll make me feel better
I hear alot of groups that 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 others be failing
I'm hailing from 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 jazz like
I'm cruising not for a but I'll break up
that's broiling like an LA Laker
So I rocks the Coast as well as the city, yo
I got crazy flavor a PE video
Plus I got alot of, um, and that's word doc
battle, who me G, you're crazier than Murdoch
Instead of confronting, you be checking
The time 'cause it's wasting, second after
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 wake me when I'm dead

(2x)