Luyện nghe bài hát Wake Me When I'm Dead

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

Underground club the kids are like rolling
I almost got an 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, too hype, yo, who's he think he is?"
He's to be commercial like that song 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 about to
His record label told him he had to make it pop
it from me, Jack, you're sadly mistaken
A lot of record labels been trying to get the

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

So homeboy, you're off coming from the heart
And letting the kids put your on the chart
You must use your head and what they said
'Cause in about a year, you'll be like, "Wake me 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

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?

futile, so I try, yes, hoping, yeah, maybe
But I sit home and write, 'Ice, Ice Baby'
if it comes down to, I must have a pocket
I go get a day job and rapping, I'll it

I'm never out, so, yo, firm I am, standing
'Cause my jams are fat 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 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 New, the Heavies

Wake me I'm dead, hey yo, wake me when I'm dead
This life is like a nightmare, I'm 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 Brand New, the
So weigh on ya underground scaling
We be prevailing while others be

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

I'm cruising not for a bruising but I'll up
Anything broiling like an LA Laker
So I rocks the West Coast as as the city, yo
I got crazy flavor a PE video

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

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