Luyện nghe bài hát Jimmy Iovine

I put my on the line
I roll them dice and I'm
'Cause all I dreamt 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 giving it
I'm taking it, taking it, they giving it
I'm taking it, it, I need all that shit

If I just went in and stole it, the would of notice
Gotta be strategic, creepin', go in, with that motive
Hold up, my plan is forming, alright, caseing this
Watch these rappers that rappin' walk in and leave out with
Headed in sweatin', open that front
printed out right by the entrance, door closes
Not a metaphor, then I start
That front, right, where you check in
in an uniform, acting 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
my breath 'bout to faint
I'm scared to that he stops me
Heart beating so you can hear the echo in that lobby
And see I'm breaking down if I don't it out
Then i'm leaving town with contract
And i'm spazzing out, the a&r out
His and i'm taking him hostage
I don't give a fuck, into the elevator 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 'em, I'm fucking desperate
Stuck in recession, now what you think
If I get signed my life is destined
My future on ink
And secretary at the front of the entrance staring at me
I walk up she whispers go ahead and then me a wink

I put my on the line
I roll them dice and I'm
'cause all I ever dreamt about was it
ain't giving it, I'm taking it

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

If I get past security, the secretary, the
But weird, it's like this room i've walked into is unusual
Thought it would be and beautiful
Thought it would be alive and musical
But it feels like someone died, it's got the of a funeral
There's on a chalkboard
Cds boxed in
Artists that flopped, that got dropped and got to be sophomores
designers are sitting around
Waiting for that never come out
Complainin' that have nobody in house
Wonderin' what make art for
I start thinking, am I in the place?
walk forward, see plaques on the wall
Oh yea, in a second those be all yours
Finally see an office a mounted sign, heaven sent
Big silver letters, read it out loud: president (nice!)
This was my to grab that contract and turn and jet
Right felt a cold hand grab on the back of my neck
He we've been watching you, so glad you could make it
music gets so impressive in this whole brand 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 day remind me, now what your name is?
That's right, macklemore, of course, has been crazy
Anyway, you ready? we'll give you a hundred dollars
After your album 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 reach your goals!
We'll get a of the merch 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 give you a better than us (hmm)
I I appreciate the offer, thought that this is what I wanted
Rather be a starving artist than succeed at fucked