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 venue
These two guys, no three guys, no four, yo, posse
Try to fake a and bum rush me like a Nazi

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

You see, he was a rapper wit a about to drop
His record label told him that he had to it pop
Take it from me, Jack, you're sadly
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 picking cotton
They ya and shape ya, they bend and they twist ya
They get paid like quick fast and that's they dish ya

So homeboy, you're better off coming the heart
And letting the kids put your record on the
You must use head and forget 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 Brand New, the
(Wake up)
The Masta, the Ace and the Brand New, the

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

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

So it as if it was a hot fudge sundae
Or I'll come get mine, I maybe one day
I gotta work hard and must use my
You'll never hit the point, I'm saying, "Wake me 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

(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 lose my
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 prevailing others be failing

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

I'm not for a bruising but I'll break up
Anything that's broiling 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, and that's word doc
With battle, who me, G? You're crazier than
Instead of confronting, you be checking
The time 'cause it's wasting, after second

You're so busy and daring kids to shoot ya
According to the Jetsons, there's no blacks in the
You better wake up before you're in 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)