Luyện nghe bài hát Wake Me When I'm Dead

Oh, a night, yo, that I just been through
I barely made it home from this venue
These two guys, no three guys, no four, yo, this
Try to fake a and bum rush me like a Nazi

Underground club where the kids are like
I almost got an avalance dropped on my
'Cause I the fat raps and kids memorize 'em
I tries 'em, this and boy, did I surprise 'em

They said, "Yo, 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, what's the wit the switching?"
He's bitching, like the rap I was pitching

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

By making a into something he is not
And better off and farming on a farm picking cotton
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 kids put your record on the
You must use your head and forget what said
'Cause in about a year, 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 Brand New, the

If this was an opera, I'll probably say,
Black kid Brooklyn but don't call me nigga though
I rocks the jams for the young
I wonder, I wonder, can I the nation?

futile, so I try, yes, hoping, yeah, maybe
But I can't sit and write, 'Ice, Ice Baby'
'Cause if it down to, I must have a pocket
I go get a day job and rapping, stop it

I'm going out, so, yo, firm I am, standing
'Cause my jams are fat a cop named Canon
My rap is for the mind, nutritious
My is final, the final is delicious

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

me when 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 come cheesier than cheddar

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

I'm from Brooklyn 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 I'll be choosing
Rapping to the soul kind of jazz like

I'm not for a bruising but I'll break up
Anything broiling like an LA Laker
So I rocks the Coast as well as the city, yo
I got crazy flavor like a PE

I got a lot of um, skill and that's word doc
With battle, who me, G? crazier than Murdoch
Instead of confronting, you be checking
The time 'cause it's wasting, second after

You're so busy ripping and kids to shoot ya
According to the Jetsons, there's no blacks in the
You better wake up before you're in over 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 Brand New, the

(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)