Luyện nghe bài hát Wake Me When I'm Dead

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

Underground where the kids are like rolling
I got an avalance dropped on my shoulders
'Cause I the fat raps and kids memorize '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 to be commercial like that song about the biz
The kid said "Masta Ace, yo, the deal wit the switching?"
He's bitching, like 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
Take it from me, Jack, 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 picking cotton
They ya and shape ya, they bend and they twist ya
They get paid like quick and that's when they dish ya

So homeboy, you're better off coming from the
And the kids put your record on the chart
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 New, the Heavies

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

I'm going out, so, yo, firm I am, standing
'Cause my jams are fat like a cop named
My rap is for the mind, nutritious
My word is final, the is delicious

So it as if it was a hot fudge sundae
Or come get mine, I guess maybe one day
I work 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 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 up)
The Masta, the Ace and the New, the Heavies

Wake me when I'm dead, hey yo, wake me I'm dead
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 this jam is well like '57 Chevies
The Masta, the Ace and the New, the Heavies
So weigh on ya underground scaling
We be prevailing while be failing

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

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

Plus I got a lot of um, and that's word doc
With battle, who me, G? crazier than Murdoch
Instead of confronting, you be checking
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 up before you're in over your 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 Brand New, the
(Wake up)
The Masta, the Masta, the Ace and the New, the Heavies
(Wake up)