Luyện nghe bài hát Jimmy Iovine

I put my on the line
I roll dice and I'm fine
'Cause all I dreamt about was makin' it
ain't giving it, I'm taking it

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

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

I put my life on the
I roll them and I'm fine
'cause all I ever dreamt was makin' it
ain't giving it, I'm taking 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, ain't giving 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 would be and beautiful
Thought it be alive and like musical
But it feels like someone died, it's got the of a funeral
There's numbers on a
Cds in cardboard
Artists that flopped, that got and never got to be sophomores
Graphic designers are sitting
Waiting for albums that come out
Complainin' that they have nobody in
Wonderin' what they art for
I thinking, am I in the right place?
Just walk forward, see plaques on the
Oh yea, in a second will be all yours
Finally see an office with a mounted sign, heaven
Big block silver letters, read it out loud: (nice!)
This was my chance to grab that contract and and jet
Right felt a cold hand grab on the back of my neck
He said: we've been you, so glad you could make it
Your music 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 song we all know that you're next to be
Now i'm sorry, i've had a long day me, now what your name is?
That's right, macklemore, of course, today has been
Anyway, you we'll give you a hundred thousand dollars
your 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 reach your goals!
We'll get a third of the merch you sell out on the road
Along with a third of the money you make when 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 replied I the offer, thought that this is what I wanted
Rather be a starving artist than at getting fucked