Luyện nghe bài hát Jimmy Iovine

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

I'm taking it, taking it, they giving it
I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't 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 of notice
Gotta be strategic, creepin', go in, with that motive
Hold up, my plan is forming, alright, this building
Watch these rappers that rappin' walk in and leave out millions
in sweatin', open that front door
Interscope printed out right by the entrance, closes
Not a metaphor, I start towards
That front, that's right, you check in
Dressed in an uniform, like a janitor
All blue, jumpsuit, why
for the money like a bull
Looking in the of the matador (fuck you!)
Carrying 2 cans of paint, security looks at me
I say floor i'm late, paintin' jimmy iovine's office
Holding my breath to faint
I'm scared to that he stops me
Heart so loud you can hear the echo in that lobby
And see I'm breaking if I don't make it out
i'm leaving 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 they don't is there is a gun in the paint can
And i'm ready and willing to bust 'em, I'm desperate
in this recession, now what you think
If I could get my life is destined
My depends on ink
And at the front of the entrance staring right at me
I up she whispers go ahead and then gives me a wink

I put my life on the
I roll dice and I'm fine
'cause all I ever dreamt was makin' it
They ain't it, I'm taking it

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

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 flopped, that got dropped and never got to be sophomores
Graphic are sitting around
Waiting for albums that come out
Complainin' that have nobody in house
what they make art for
I thinking, am I in the right place?
Just walk forward, see plaques on the
Oh yea, in a second those be all yours
Finally see an with a mounted sign, heaven sent
Big block silver letters, it out loud: president (nice!)
This was my chance to grab contract and turn and jet
Right then felt a cold hand on the back of my neck
He said: we've been you, so glad you could make it
Your music gets so impressive in this whole you created
You're one of a band, we here think you're destined for greatness
And with that right we all know that you're next to be famous
Now i'm sorry, i've had a long day remind me, now what your is?
That's right, macklemore, of course, today has crazy
Anyway, you we'll give 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 come on, no
We're a team, 360 degrees, we will reach goals!
We'll get a third of the merch that you 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 a lot worse, no one will give you a better offer than us (hmm)
I replied I the offer, thought that this is what I wanted
Rather be a starving artist than succeed at fucked