Luyện nghe bài hát Jimmy Iovine

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

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

If I just went in and stole it, the would of notice
Gotta be strategic, creepin', go in, leave with motive
Hold up, my plan is forming, alright, this building
Watch these that rappin' walk in and leave out with millions
Headed in sweatin', open front door
Interscope printed out right by the entrance, door
Not a metaphor, I start towards
front, that's right, where you check in
Dressed in an uniform, acting a janitor
All blue, jumpsuit, why
Bloodthirsty for the money a bull
Looking in the of the matador (fuck you!)
Carrying 2 cans of paint, looks at me awkward
I say floor i'm late, paintin' jimmy iovine's office
Holding my breath 'bout to
I'm scared to death he stops me
Heart beating so loud you can the echo in that lobby
And see I'm breaking if I don't 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 give a fuck, step 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 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 secretary at the of the entrance staring right at me
I walk up she whispers go and then gives me a wink

I put my life on the
I roll them and I'm fine
'cause all I dreamt about was makin' it
They giving it, I'm taking 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, ain't giving it
I'm taking it, taking it, I all that shit

If I get security, the secretary, the cubicals
But weird, it's like this room i've walked into is unusual
it would be shiny and beautiful
Thought it would be alive and like
But it feels like someone died, it's got the vibe of a
There's numbers on a
Cds boxed in
Artists flopped, that got dropped and never got to be sophomores
Graphic are sitting around
Waiting for albums that never out
Complainin' that they have nobody in
Wonderin' they make art for
I start thinking, am I in the right
walk forward, see plaques on the wall
Oh yea, in a those will be all yours
Finally see an office with a mounted sign, sent
Big block silver letters, it out loud: president (nice!)
was my chance to grab that contract and turn and jet
Right then a cold hand grab on the back of my neck
He said: we've been you, so glad you could make it
Your music gets so impressive in whole brand you created
You're one hell of a band, we here think you're 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 remind me, now what name is?
right, macklemore, of course, today has been crazy
Anyway, you ready? we'll give you a hundred dollars
After your album comes out need back that money that you borrowed
So really like a loan, a loan? come on, no
We're a team, 360 degrees, we will your goals!
We'll get a third of the merch that you out on the road
Along with a third of the money you make when you're out doing your
gets 20, booking agent gets 10
So shit, after taxes you and ryan have 7% to
That's not bad, i've seen a lot worse, no one will give you a offer than us (hmm)
I I appreciate the offer, thought that this is what I wanted
Rather be a starving artist succeed at getting fucked