Luyện nghe bài hát Jimmy Iovine

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

If I went in and stole it, the police would of notice
Gotta be strategic, creepin', go in, leave that motive
Hold up, my is forming, alright, caseing this building
Watch these rappers that rappin' walk in and leave out millions
Headed in sweatin', open that door
Interscope printed out right by the entrance, 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
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 i'm late, paintin' jimmy iovine's office
my breath 'bout to faint
I'm scared to death that he me
Heart beating so loud you can hear the echo in that
And see I'm down if I don't make 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, step into the 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 fucking
Stuck in this recession, now what you
If I could get signed my is destined
My future on ink
And secretary at the front of the staring right at me
I up she whispers go ahead and then gives me a wink

I put my life on the
I roll them and I'm fine
'cause all I ever about was makin' it
They giving it, I'm taking it

I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't it
I'm taking it, taking it, they giving it
I'm taking it, it, they ain't giving it
I'm it, taking 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
Thought it would be and beautiful
Thought it would be alive and musical
But it like someone died, it's got the vibe of a funeral
There's numbers on a
Cds boxed in
Artists that flopped, that got dropped and never got to be
Graphic designers are sitting
Waiting for albums never come out
that they have nobody in house
Wonderin' what they art for
I start thinking, am I in the place?
Just forward, see plaques on the wall
Oh yea, in a those will be all yours
Finally see an office with a mounted sign, heaven
Big block letters, read it out loud: president (nice!)
This was my chance to grab that and turn and jet
Right then a cold hand grab on the back of my neck
He said: we've been watching you, so glad you make it
Your music gets so in this whole brand 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 long day remind me, now what name is?
That's right, macklemore, of course, today has been
Anyway, you ready? we'll you a hundred thousand dollars
After your album comes out we'll back that money that you borrowed
So it's really like a loan, a come 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 when you're out doing your shows
Manager gets 20, booking gets 10
So shit, after you and ryan have 7% to split
That's not bad, i've seen a lot worse, no one give you a better offer than us (hmm)
I replied I appreciate the offer, thought this is what I wanted
be a starving artist than succeed at getting fucked