Luyện nghe bài hát Wake Me When I'm Dead

Oh, a night, yo, that I just been through
I made it home from this hip-hop venue
These 2 guys, no 3 guys, no fourth, yo, posse
Try to fake a move and bumrush me a Nazi
club where the kids are like rolling
I almost got an avalance dropped on my and
'Cause I writes the fat raps and memorize 'em
I 'em this freestyle and boy did I surprise 'em
They said yo, that's too hype, yo, he think he is
He suppose to be commercial like song about the Biz
The kid "Masta Ace, yo what's the deal wit the switching?"
He's bitching, didn't like the rap I was
You see, he was a wit a single about to drop
His record label told him that he had to it pop
Take it from me Jack, you're sadly
of record labels been trying to get the bacon
By a brother into something he is not and
You're of and dammer on a farm picking cotton
They mold ya and shape ya, they bend and twist ya
They get like quick fast and that's when they dis ya
So homeboy, you're off coming from the heart
And letting the kids put your record on the
You use your head and forget what they said
'Cause in about a year you'll be 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 Brooklyn but don't call me Nigga tho'
I the jams for the young population
I wonder, I wonder, can I change the
it's futile, so I try, yes, hoping, yea,
But I can't sit home and Ice, Ice Baby
'Cause if it comes down to, I must have a
I go get a and rapping, I'll stop it
I'm never going out, so, yo, firm I am
'Cause my jams are fat 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 work hard and must use my
never hit the point, I'm saying wake me when I'm dead

(2x)

Wake me I'm dead, hey yo, wake me when I'm dead
This life is 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 like '57 Chevies
The Masta, the Ace and the New, the Heavies
So weigh on ya, underground scaling
We be while others be failing
I'm hailing from Brooklyn and I strive for the
But I don't a Beemer and I don't need a Benz
Still I got respect for the style 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 the West Coast as well as the city, yo
I got crazy like a PE video
Plus I got of, um, skill and that's word doc
battle, who me G, you're crazier than Murdoch
Instead of confronting, you oughta be
The time it's wasting, second after 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 you're in over your head
Tomorrow, be screaming wake me when I'm dead

(2x)