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

Underground where the kids are like rolling
I almost got an avalance 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, too hype, yo, who's he think he is?"
He's to be commercial like that song about the biz
The kid "Masta Ace, yo, what's the deal wit the switching?"
He's bitching, like 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
it from me, Jack, you're sadly mistaken
A lot of record been trying to get the bacon

By making a brother something he is not
And you're better off and farming on a picking cotton
They mold ya and shape ya, they bend and twist 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 forget what 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 New, the Heavies

If this was an opera, I'll say, 'Figaro'
Black kid from Brooklyn but don't me nigga though
I rocks the 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 are fat like a cop named Canon
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 come get mine, I guess one day
I gotta work hard and 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 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

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

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

I'm from Brooklyn 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 cruising not for a bruising but I'll up
Anything that's broiling like an LA
So I the West Coast as well as the city, yo
I got crazy like a PE video

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