Luyện nghe bài hát Jimmy Iovine

I put my life on the
I roll them and I'm fine
'Cause all I ever dreamt about was it
They ain't it, I'm taking it

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

If I just went in and stole it, the police of notice
be strategic, creepin', go in, leave with that motive
Hold up, my plan is forming, alright, this building
Watch these rappers that rappin' in and leave out with millions
Headed in sweatin', open that door
Interscope printed out by the entrance, door closes
Not a metaphor, then I towards
That front, that's right, where you in
Dressed in an uniform, acting like a
All blue, jumpsuit, why
Bloodthirsty for the money a bull
in the eyes of the matador (fuck you!)
Carrying 2 cans of paint, security looks at me
I say third floor i'm late, jimmy iovine's office
Holding my breath 'bout to
I'm scared to that he stops me
beating so loud you can hear the echo in that lobby
And see I'm down if I don't make it out
i'm leaving town with that contract
And i'm out, grabbin' 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 they don't know is there is a gun in the can
And i'm ready and willing to bust 'em, I'm desperate
Stuck in recession, now what you think
If I get signed my life is destined
My depends on ink
And secretary at the front of the entrance staring at me
I walk up she go ahead and then gives me a wink

I put my on the line
I roll dice and I'm fine
'cause all I ever about was makin' it
ain't 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, it, they ain't giving it
I'm taking it, taking it, I need all shit

If I get security, the secretary, the cubicals
But it's weird, it's like this room i've into is unusual
Thought it would be and beautiful
Thought it be alive and like musical
But it feels like someone died, it's got the vibe of a
There's numbers on a
Cds boxed in
Artists that flopped, that got and never got to be sophomores
Graphic are sitting around
for albums that never come out
Complainin' they have nobody in house
Wonderin' they make art for
I start thinking, am I in the place?
Just walk forward, see on the wall
Oh yea, in a those will be all yours
Finally see an office a mounted sign, heaven sent
Big block letters, read it out loud: president (nice!)
This was my chance to grab contract and turn and jet
then felt a cold hand grab on the back of my neck
He said: been watching 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 here you're destined for greatness
And with 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?
That's right, macklemore, of course, today has crazy
Anyway, you ready? we'll you a hundred thousand dollars
After album comes out we'll need back that money that you borrowed
So it's really like a loan, a loan? on, no
We're a team, 360 degrees, we will your goals!
We'll get a third of the that you sell out on the road
Along with a of the money you make when you're out doing your shows
gets 20, booking agent gets 10
So shit, after taxes you and have 7% to split
That's not bad, i've seen a lot worse, no one will you a better offer than us (hmm)
I replied I appreciate the offer, thought this is what I wanted
Rather be a starving artist succeed at getting fucked