Luyện nghe bài hát Wake Me When I'm Dead

Oh, what a night, yo, that I just through
I barely made it home this hip-hop venue
These 2 guys, no 3 guys, no fourth, yo, posse
Try to a move and bumrush me like a Nazi
Underground club the kids are like rolling
I almost got an avalance dropped on my and
'Cause I writes the fat raps and kids 'em
I tries 'em 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 that song 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 about to drop
His record label told him that he had to it pop
Take it from me Jack, sadly mistaken
Alot of record been trying to get the bacon
By making a into something he is not and
You're better of and dammer on a farm cotton
They mold ya and shape ya, they 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 letting the kids put your record on the
You use your head and forget 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 Brand New, the (2x)

If this was an opera, I'll probably say
Black kid from Brooklyn but don't call me Nigga
I the jams for the young population
I wonder, I wonder, can I the nation
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 have a
I go get a and rapping, I'll stop it
I'm never going out, so, yo, I am standing
'Cause my jams are fat like a cop Canon
My rap is for the mind, it's
My is final, devinyl and delicious
So face it as if it was a hot sundae
Or I'll get mine, I guess maybe one day
I gotta work hard and must use my
You'll never hit the point, I'm wake me when 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 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 Brand New, the
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 respect for the I'll be choosing
to the soul kind of jazz like confusion
I'm not for a bruising but I'll break up
Anything that's broiling an LA Laker
So I rocks the West as well as the city, yo
I got crazy flavor a PE video
Plus I got alot of, um, and that's word doc
With battle, who me G, you're than Murdoch
of confronting, you oughta be checking
The time 'cause it's wasting, second after
You're so ripping and daring kids to shoot ya
According to the Jetsons, 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)