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 hip-hop
two guys, no three guys, no four, yo, this posse
Try to fake a move and bum rush me a Nazi

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

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

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

By a brother into something he is not
And better off and farming on a farm picking cotton
They mold ya and shape ya, they bend and they ya
They get paid like quick and that's when they dish 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 a year, you'll be like, "Wake me when 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

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

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

I'm never out, so, yo, firm I am, standing
my jams are fat like a cop named Canon
My rap is for the mind, nutritious
My is final, the final is delicious

So face it as if it was a hot fudge
Or I'll come get mine, I 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 New, the Heavies
(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 Ace and the New, the Heavies

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

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

I'm hailing from Brooklyn and I for the ends
But I don't a Beamer and I don't need a Benz
Still I get for the style I'll be choosing
Rapping to the soul kind of jazz confusion

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

Plus I got a lot of um, skill and that's doc
With battle, who me, G? crazier 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, be screaming, "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

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