Luyện nghe bài hát Jimmy Iovine

I put my life on the
I roll 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 giving it
I'm it, taking it, they ain't giving it
I'm taking it, taking it, they giving it
I'm taking it, taking it, I all that shit

If I just in and stole it, the police would of notice
Gotta be strategic, creepin', go in, leave that motive
Hold up, my plan is forming, alright, caseing building
these rappers that rappin' walk in and leave out with millions
Headed in sweatin', open that door
Interscope out right by the entrance, door closes
Not a metaphor, then I start
That front, right, where 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!)
2 cans of paint, security looks at me awkward
I say third floor i'm late, paintin' jimmy office
Holding my 'bout to faint
I'm to death that he stops me
Heart beating so you can hear the echo in that lobby
And see I'm breaking down if I make it out
i'm leaving town with that contract
And i'm spazzing out, the a&r out
His chair and i'm him hostage
I don't give a fuck, step into the elevator 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 you think
If I could get my life is destined
My future on ink
And secretary at the front of the entrance right at me
I walk up she whispers go ahead and then gives me a

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

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

If I get security, the secretary, the cubicals
But it's weird, it's this room i've walked into is unusual
it would be shiny and beautiful
Thought it would be and like 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 never got to be
designers are sitting around
Waiting for albums never come out
that they have nobody in house
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 those be all yours
see an office with a mounted sign, heaven sent
Big block letters, read it out loud: president (nice!)
This was my chance to grab that contract and and jet
Right then felt a cold hand on the back of my neck
He said: we've 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 think you're 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 your name is?
That's right, macklemore, of course, has been crazy
Anyway, you ready? we'll you a hundred thousand dollars
After your album comes out 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!
get a third of the merch that you sell out on the road
Along with a third of the money you make when you're out your shows
Manager gets 20, booking agent 10
So shit, after taxes you and ryan 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, that this is what I wanted
Rather be a starving artist than at getting fucked