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

Underground where the kids are like rolling
I almost got an avalance dropped on my
'Cause I writes the fat raps and kids 'em
I tries 'em, this and boy, did I surprise 'em

They said, "Yo, that's too hype, yo, 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, 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
it from me, Jack, you're sadly mistaken
A lot of record been trying to get the bacon

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 they ya
They get paid like quick fast and that's they dish ya

So homeboy, better off coming from the heart
And letting the kids put your record on the
You must use your head and 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 Brand New, the

If this was an opera, I'll say, 'Figaro'
Black kid from Brooklyn but don't call me nigga
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 and write, 'Ice, Ice Baby'
'Cause if it down to, I must have a pocket
I go get a day job and rapping, stop it

I'm going 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 face it as if it was a hot sundae
Or come get mine, I guess maybe one day
I gotta 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 Brand New, the
(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 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 my head
So I make the jam that'll me feel better
I hear a lot of that come cheesier than cheddar

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

I'm hailing from and I strive for the ends
But I don't need a Beamer and I don't a Benz
Still I get respect for the style I'll be
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, skill and that's doc
With battle, who me, G? You're crazier Murdoch
of confronting, you oughta be checking
The time it's wasting, second after second

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, be screaming, "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

(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)