Luyện nghe bài hát Wake Me When I'm Dead

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

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

They said, "Yo, that's too hype, yo, who's he he is?"
He's supposed to be commercial like that song 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 about to drop
His record told him that he had to make it pop
it from me, Jack, you're sadly mistaken
A lot of labels been trying to get the bacon

By a brother into something he is not
And you're better off and farming on a farm picking
They mold ya and ya, they bend and they 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 put your record on the chart
You must use your and forget 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 Brand New, the
(Wake up)
The Masta, the Ace and the Brand New, the

If was an opera, I'll probably say, 'Figaro'
Black kid from but don't call me nigga though
I the jams 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, I'll it

I'm never 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 final is

So face it as if it was a hot sundae
Or I'll get mine, I guess maybe one day
I gotta hard 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 New, the Heavies
(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

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

But this jam is well built '57 Chevies
The Masta, the Ace and the Brand New, the
So weigh this on ya underground
We be prevailing while others be

I'm hailing from and I strive 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 jazz confusion

I'm cruising not for a but I'll break up
Anything that's broiling like an LA
So I rocks the West 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? You're crazier than
of confronting, you oughta be checking
The time 'cause it's wasting, after second

You're so busy ripping and daring to shoot ya
According to the Jetsons, no blacks in the future
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 New, the Heavies

(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)