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

Underground club the kids are like rolling
I got an avalance dropped on my shoulders
I writes the fat raps and kids memorize 'em
I tries 'em, freestyle 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, the deal 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 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 making a brother into he is not
And you're better off and farming on a farm picking
They mold ya and shape ya, bend and they twist ya
They get paid like quick and that's when they dish ya

So homeboy, better off coming from the heart
And the kids put your record on the chart
You must use 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, probably say, 'Figaro'
Black kid from Brooklyn but don't me nigga though
I rocks the jams for the population
I wonder, I wonder, can I change the

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 have a
I go get a day job and rapping, stop 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 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 New, the Heavies
(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 is like a nightmare, I'm gonna lose my head
So I make the jam that'll make me better
I a lot of groups that come cheesier than cheddar

But this jam is well built '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 from Brooklyn and I strive for the ends
But I don't need a Beamer and I need a Benz
Still I get for the style I'll be choosing
Rapping to the kind of jazz like confusion

I'm cruising not for a bruising but I'll up
Anything that's broiling an LA Laker
So I the West 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? You're crazier than
of confronting, you oughta be checking
The time 'cause it's wasting, second after

You're so busy ripping and daring to shoot ya
to the Jetsons, there's no blacks in the future
You better wake up 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 New, the Heavies
(Wake up)