Luyện nghe bài hát Wake Me When I'm Dead

Oh, what a night, yo, that I just through
I barely made it home this hip-hop venue
These two guys, no guys, no four, yo, this 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, this 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, 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 to drop
His record told him that he had to make it pop
Take it me, Jack, you're sadly mistaken
A lot of record labels been trying to get the

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

So homeboy, better off coming from the heart
And letting the kids put record on the chart
You use your head and forget what they said
'Cause in about a year, 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 New, the Heavies

If this was an opera, I'll probably say,
Black kid from Brooklyn but don't call me though
I rocks the jams for the population
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 down to, I must have a
I go get a day job and rapping, I'll it

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

So it as if it was a hot fudge sundae
Or I'll come get mine, I maybe one day
I work hard and must use my head
You'll 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

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

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

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

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 flavor like a PE video

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

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