Luyện nghe bài hát Jimmy Iovine

I put my on the line
I roll dice and I'm fine
'Cause all I ever dreamt about was it
They giving it, I'm taking it

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

If I just in and stole it, the police 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 millions
in sweatin', open that front door
Interscope printed out right by the entrance, door
Not a metaphor, then I towards
That front, that's right, where you in
Dressed in an uniform, acting like a
All blue, jumpsuit, why
Bloodthirsty for the money like a
in the eyes of the matador (fuck you!)
Carrying 2 cans of paint, security at me awkward
I say third floor i'm late, paintin' iovine's office
Holding my breath to faint
I'm scared to death that he 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 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 elevator 3
Now i'm up (heist!)
they don't know 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 signed my is destined
My depends on ink
And at the front of the entrance staring right at me
I walk up she go ahead and then gives me a wink

I put my on the line
I roll them and I'm fine
'cause all I ever dreamt 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 ain't 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 like this room i've walked is unusual
Thought it would be shiny and
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
that flopped, that got dropped and never got to be sophomores
Graphic are sitting around
Waiting for that never come out
Complainin' that they have in house
what they make art for
I start thinking, am I in the place?
Just walk forward, see on the wall
Oh yea, in a second will 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 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 hell of a band, we think you're destined for greatness
And with that right song we all know that 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, today has been
Anyway, you ready? we'll give you a hundred dollars
After your 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 your goals!
We'll get a of the merch that you sell out on the road
Along a third of the money you make when you're out doing 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 give you a better offer us (hmm)
I replied I appreciate the offer, thought this is what I wanted
Rather be a starving artist succeed at getting fucked