Luyện nghe bài hát Wake Me When I'm Dead

Oh, what a night, yo, that I just through
I barely made it home from this hip-hop
These two guys, no three guys, no four, yo, posse
Try to fake a move and bum rush me like a

club where the kids are like rolling
I got an avalance dropped on my shoulders
'Cause I writes the fat raps and memorize 'em
I tries 'em, this 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 like that about the biz
The kid said "Masta Ace, yo, what's the wit the switching?"
He's bitching, didn't the rap I was pitching

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

By making a brother into he is not
And you're off and farming on a farm picking cotton
They mold ya and shape ya, bend and they twist ya
They get paid quick fast 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 forget what 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 say, 'Figaro'
kid from Brooklyn but don't call me nigga though
I rocks the jams for the young
I wonder, I wonder, can I change the

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

So face it as if it was a hot fudge
Or come get mine, I guess maybe one day
I gotta work hard and must use my
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 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, wake me when I'm
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 prevailing while be failing

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

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

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

You're so busy ripping and kids to shoot ya
According to the Jetsons, there's no 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 New, the Heavies
(Wake up)
The Masta, the Ace and the Brand New, the

(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)