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 venue
These two guys, no three guys, no four, yo, posse
Try to fake a and bum rush me like a Nazi

Underground club where the kids are rolling
I almost got an avalance on my shoulders
'Cause I writes the fat and kids memorize 'em
I tries 'em, freestyle and boy, did I surprise 'em

said, "Yo, that's too hype, yo, who's he think he is?"
He's supposed to be commercial that song about the biz
The kid said "Masta Ace, yo, the deal wit the switching?"
bitching, didn't like the rap I was pitching

You see, he was a rapper wit a single to drop
His record told him that he had to make it pop
it from me, Jack, you're sadly mistaken
A lot of record been trying to get the bacon

By a brother into something he is not
And you're better off and farming on a farm picking
They mold ya and ya, they bend and they twist ya
They get paid quick fast and that's when they dish ya

So homeboy, you're off coming from the heart
And letting the put your record on the chart
You must use head and forget what they said
'Cause in a year, you'll be like, "Wake me when I'm dead"

(Wake up)
The Masta, the Ace and the Brand New, the
(Wake up)
The Masta, the Ace and the New, the Heavies

If this was an opera, I'll probably say,
Black kid from but don't call me nigga though
I rocks the jams for the population
I wonder, I wonder, can I change the

It's futile, so I try, yes, hoping, yeah,
But I can't sit home and write, 'Ice, Ice
'Cause if it comes down to, I have a pocket
I go get a day job and rapping, I'll 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 is final, the final is delicious

So face it as if it was a hot fudge
Or I'll get mine, I guess maybe one day
I gotta work and must use my head
You'll never hit the point, I'm saying, "Wake me I'm dead"

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

(Wake up)
The Masta, the Ace and the Brand New, the
(Wake up)
The Masta, the Ace and the New, the Heavies

Wake me I'm dead, hey yo, wake me when I'm dead
This life is like a nightmare, I'm gonna my head
So I make the jam that'll me feel better
I hear a lot of groups that cheesier than cheddar

But this jam is well built '57 Chevies
The Masta, the Ace and the Brand New, the
So weigh this on ya scaling
We be prevailing others be failing

I'm hailing from and I strive for the ends
But I don't need a Beamer and I don't need a
Still I get respect for the style be choosing
Rapping to the soul of jazz like confusion

I'm cruising not for a bruising but I'll up
Anything that's broiling like an LA
So I rocks the West as well as the city, yo
I got crazy flavor a PE video

Plus I got a lot of um, skill and word doc
With battle, who me, G? You're than Murdoch
Instead of confronting, you oughta be
The time it's wasting, second after second

You're so busy ripping and daring kids to ya
According to the Jetsons, there's no in the future
You better wake up you're in over your head
Tomorrow, you'll be screaming, "Wake me I'm dead"

(Wake up)
The Masta, the Ace and the New, the Heavies
(Wake up)
The Masta, the Ace and the New, the Heavies

(Wake up)
The Masta, the Masta, the Ace and the New, the Heavies
(Wake up)
The Masta, the Masta, the Ace and the Brand New, the
(Wake up)