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 hip-hop venue
These 2 guys, no 3 guys, no fourth, yo, this
Try to fake a move and me like a Nazi
Underground where the kids are like rolling
I almost got an avalance on my show and
I writes the fat raps and kids memorize 'em
I 'em this freestyle and boy did I surprise 'em
They yo, that's too hype, yo, who's he think he is
He suppose to be commercial like that song the Biz
The kid "Masta Ace, yo what's the deal wit the switching?"
He's bitching, didn't the rap I was pitching
You see, he was a rapper wit a single about to
His record told him that he had to make it pop
Take it from me Jack, you're sadly
Alot of record been trying to get the bacon
By making a brother into he is not and
You're of and dammer on a farm picking cotton
mold ya and shape ya, they bend and they twist ya
They get paid like fast 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 what they said
'Cause in about a year 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 rocks the jams for the population
I wonder, I wonder, can I change the
it's futile, so I try, yes, hoping, yea,
But I sit home and write Ice, Ice Baby
'Cause if it comes down to, I must a pocket
I go get a dayjob and rapping, I'll it
I'm never going out, so, yo, firm I am
'Cause my jams are fat like a cop named
My rap is for the mind, it's
My is final, devinyl and delicious
So it as if it was a hot fudge sundae
Or I'll get mine, I guess maybe one day
I work hard and must use my head
You'll never hit the point, I'm saying wake me I'm dead

(2x)

Wake me when I'm dead, hey yo, wake me when I'm
This life is like a nightmare, I'm gonna my head
So I make the jam that'll make me better
I hear alot of groups that come cheesier cheddar
But this jam is well bulit '57 Chevies
The Masta, the Ace and the Brand New, the
So weigh this on ya, 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 need a Benz
Still I got respect for the style be choosing
Rapping to the soul of jazz like confusion
I'm not for a bruising but I'll break up
Anything that's like an LA Laker
So I rocks the West as well as the city, yo
I got crazy flavor like a PE
I got alot of, um, skill and that's word doc
With battle, who me G, you're than Murdoch
Instead of confronting, you oughta be
The time 'cause it's wasting, second second
You're so busy and daring kids to shoot ya
to the Jetsons, there's no blacks in the future
you better wake up before you're in your head
Tomorrow, you'll be screaming wake me I'm dead

(2x)