Luyện nghe bài hát Bollywood

I was trippin' at my portfolio
Wonderin' how I was gonna enough dough, you know
Called up a friend who wrote for 'One Tree Hill' and
He had a job for me and check it, with a four-letter
(Get it on, get it on)

Hey, I got a for you
How 'bout you let me keep my profits as a
Record sales are shrinkin', I'm poorer
I got a kid to feed, how you cut a deal with me?

Ha, hey, look, Liz, we see you as a
been with you since day one and that's an oddity

And after a series of phone calls to the great houses
O Minor, I reached my representative who pulled out the
(Contract)
From the Cabinet
(On microfiche)
In the of tablets made of stone

(Then he said)
"Let me see, here in my folder
Oh, shit, you're twenty older
Still hot but a lot colder
And you wanna cut a what me?"

"Lemme you how it's done here in the Hollywood
you was thinkin' you was in the Bollywood
If I wanna the rule, you know I probably could"
(C-B-S has R-E-S-P-E-C-T)
(C-B-S has R-E-S-P-E-C-T)

"Liz, I'd to help you out
But we what we call Standards & Practices"

"In terms, we're referring to this as a recoupable interest
In an compositions on vinyl, plastic, digital
And all airwaves for a period
Of no than six or nine years, in all territories of the Earth
The solar and the known universe"

And I
"Listen here, my dear Roni
you give me no phoney-baloney
This is not 'My First Pony'
Don't you know you're with me?"

"Oh, a bad day for the pool boy
to clean and discover you, boy
Face and feet turnin' blue, boy
Now eyes are closed, you finally have the sight to see"

It's all
all mine
It's all
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na