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 this hip-hop
2 guys, no 3 guys, no fourth, yo, this posse
Try to a move and bumrush me like a Nazi
Underground club where the 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
They said yo, that's too hype, yo, he think he is
He suppose to be commercial like that about the Biz
The kid said "Masta Ace, yo what's the wit the switching?"
He's bitching, like the rap I was pitching
You see, he was a rapper wit a single to drop
His label told him that he had to make it pop
Take it from me Jack, sadly mistaken
of record labels been trying to get the bacon
By making a brother something he is not and
You're better of and dammer on a farm picking
They mold ya and shape ya, they bend and twist ya
They get paid like quick fast and that's they dis ya
So homeboy, you're better off from the heart
And the kids put your record on the chart
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, I'll probably say
kid from Brooklyn but don't call me Nigga tho'
I rocks the for the young population
I wonder, I wonder, can I the nation
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 named
My rap is for the mind, it's
My word is final, and delicious
So it as if it was a hot fudge sundae
Or I'll come get mine, I maybe one day
I gotta work and must use my head
You'll hit the point, I'm saying wake me when I'm dead

(2x)

Wake me when I'm dead, hey yo, wake me I'm dead
This life is a nightmare, I'm gonna 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 well like '57 Chevies
The Masta, the Ace and the New, the Heavies
So this on ya, underground scaling
We be while others be failing
I'm hailing from Brooklyn and I for the ends
But I don't need a Beemer and I don't need a
Still I got for the style I'll be choosing
Rapping to the soul kind of like confusion
I'm cruising not for a bruising but I'll up
Anything that's broiling like an LA
So I rocks the Coast as well as the city, yo
I got crazy flavor like a PE
Plus I got alot of, um, and that's word doc
With battle, who me G, crazier than Murdoch
Instead of confronting, you oughta be
The 'cause it's wasting, second after second
You're so busy ripping and daring kids to ya
According to the Jetsons, there's no blacks in the
you wake up before you're in over your head
Tomorrow, you'll be screaming wake me I'm dead

(2x)