Luyện nghe bài hát Wake Me When I'm Dead

Oh, what a night, yo, that I been through
I barely made it home this hip-hop venue
These two guys, no three guys, no four, yo, posse
Try to fake a move and bum rush me like a

club where the kids are like rolling
I almost got an avalance dropped on my
I writes the fat raps and kids memorize '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 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 label told him that he had to make it pop
Take it from me, Jack, sadly mistaken
A lot of record labels been trying to get the

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

So homeboy, you're better off coming the heart
And the kids put your record on the chart
You must use your head and forget they said
in about 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,
kid from Brooklyn but don't call me nigga though
I rocks the for the young population
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
my jams are fat like a cop named Canon
My rap is for the mind, nutritious
My is final, the final is delicious

So face it as if it was a hot fudge
Or I'll get mine, I guess maybe one day
I gotta work and must use my head
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 New, the Heavies

(Wake up)
The Masta, the Ace and the New, the Heavies
(Wake up)
The Masta, the Ace and the Brand New, the

Wake me when I'm dead, hey yo, wake me when I'm
This is like a nightmare, I'm gonna lose my head
So I make the jam that'll make me 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 this on ya underground scaling
We be prevailing others be failing

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

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

I got a lot of um, skill 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, second after

You're so busy ripping and kids to shoot ya
According to the Jetsons, there's no blacks in the
You better wake up before 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 New, the Heavies

(Wake up)
The Masta, the Masta, the Ace and the New, the Heavies
(Wake up)
The Masta, the Masta, the Ace and the New, the Heavies
(Wake up)