Luyện nghe bài hát Jimmy Iovine

I put my life on the
I roll them dice and I'm
'Cause all I dreamt about was makin' it
They giving it, I'm taking it

I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't it
I'm it, taking it, they ain't giving it
I'm taking it, taking it, ain't giving it
I'm taking it, taking it, I need all shit

If I just went in and stole it, the police would of
Gotta be strategic, creepin', go in, leave with motive
Hold up, my plan is forming, alright, caseing this
these rappers that rappin' walk in and leave out with millions
Headed in sweatin', open front door
Interscope printed out right by the entrance, door
Not a metaphor, I start towards
That front, right, where you check in
Dressed in an uniform, like a janitor
All blue, jumpsuit, why
Bloodthirsty for the like a bull
Looking in the of the matador (fuck you!)
Carrying 2 cans of paint, security looks at me
I say third floor i'm late, paintin' jimmy iovine's
Holding my breath to faint
I'm scared to death that he me
Heart beating so you can hear the echo in that lobby
And see I'm breaking if I don't make it out
Then i'm town with that contract
And i'm spazzing out, the a&r out
His and i'm taking him hostage
I don't give a fuck, step into the press 3
Now i'm up (heist!)
What don't know is there is a gun in the paint can
And i'm ready and willing to bust 'em, I'm desperate
Stuck in this recession, now what you
If I could get signed my life is
My depends on ink
And secretary at the of the entrance staring right at me
I walk up she whispers go and then gives me a wink

I put my life on the
I them dice and I'm fine
'cause all I ever about was makin' it
They ain't giving it, I'm it

I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't it
I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't it
I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't it
I'm taking it, taking it, I need all that

If I get past security, the secretary, the
But it's weird, it's this room i've walked into is unusual
Thought it be shiny and beautiful
Thought it would be alive and like
But it feels like died, it's got the vibe of a funeral
There's on a chalkboard
Cds boxed in
Artists that flopped, got dropped and never got to be sophomores
Graphic are sitting around
Waiting for albums that never out
Complainin' they have nobody in house
what they make art for
I start thinking, am I in the place?
walk forward, see plaques on the wall
Oh yea, in a second will be all yours
Finally see an with a mounted sign, heaven sent
Big block silver letters, it out loud: president (nice!)
was my chance to grab that contract and turn and jet
Right then a cold hand grab on the back of my neck
He said: we've been you, so glad you could make it
Your gets so impressive in this whole brand you created
You're one hell of a band, we think you're destined for greatness
And that right song we all know that you're next to be famous
Now i'm sorry, had a long day remind me, now what your name is?
right, macklemore, of course, today has been crazy
Anyway, you ready? give you a hundred thousand dollars
After album comes out we'll need back that money that you borrowed
So it's really a loan, a loan? come on, no
We're a team, 360 degrees, we reach your goals!
We'll get a third of the merch you sell out on the road
Along with a third of the you make when you're out doing your shows
Manager gets 20, booking gets 10
So shit, after taxes you and have 7% to split
That's not bad, i've a lot worse, no one will give you a better offer than us (hmm)
I replied I appreciate the offer, thought that is what I wanted
Rather be a artist than succeed at getting fucked