Luyện nghe bài hát Wake Me When I'm Dead

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

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

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

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

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

So homeboy, better off coming from the heart
And letting the kids put record on the chart
You must use your head and what they 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 was an opera, I'll probably say, 'Figaro'
Black kid from Brooklyn but don't call me nigga
I rocks the jams for the young
I wonder, I wonder, can I the nation?

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 must a pocket
I go get a day job and rapping, stop it

I'm never going out, so, yo, firm I am,
'Cause my jams are fat like a cop named
My rap is for the mind, nutritious
My word is final, the is 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
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 New, the Heavies
(Wake up)
The Masta, the Ace and the Brand New, the

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

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

I'm hailing from and I strive for the ends
But I don't a Beamer and I don't need a Benz
I get respect 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
that's broiling like an LA Laker
So I rocks the Coast as well as the city, yo
I got crazy like a PE video

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

You're so busy and daring kids to shoot ya
According to the Jetsons, there's no blacks in the
You better up before you're in over your head
Tomorrow, you'll be screaming, "Wake me 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 New, the Heavies
(Wake up)
The Masta, the Masta, the Ace and the Brand New, the
(Wake up)