Luyện nghe bài hát Jimmy Iovine

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

If I just went in and stole it, the would of notice
Gotta be strategic, creepin', go in, leave with that
Hold up, my plan is forming, alright, this building
Watch these rappers that walk in and leave out with millions
in sweatin', open that front door
Interscope printed out right by the entrance, door
Not a metaphor, then I towards
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!)
Carrying 2 cans of paint, looks at me awkward
I say floor i'm late, paintin' jimmy iovine's office
Holding my breath to faint
I'm scared to that 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 with that contract
And i'm spazzing out, the a&r out
His and i'm taking him hostage
I don't a fuck, step into the elevator press 3
Now i'm up (heist!)
they don't know is there is a gun in the paint can
And i'm ready and to bust 'em, I'm fucking desperate
Stuck in this recession, now what you
If I could get signed my life is
My depends on ink
And secretary at the front of the entrance staring at me
I walk up she whispers go and then gives me a wink

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

If I get past security, the secretary, the
But it's weird, it's like this room i've into is unusual
it would be shiny and beautiful
Thought it would be alive and musical
But it feels like someone died, it's got the vibe of a
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 never come out
Complainin' that they nobody in house
Wonderin' what make art for
I start thinking, am I in the right
walk forward, see plaques on the wall
Oh yea, in a second will be all yours
Finally see an office with a sign, heaven sent
Big block letters, read it out loud: president (nice!)
was my chance to grab that contract and turn and jet
Right then felt a cold hand grab on the of my neck
He said: we've watching you, so glad you could make it
music gets so impressive in this whole brand you created
You're one hell of a band, we here think you're destined for
And with that right song we all know that next to be famous
Now i'm sorry, had a long day remind me, now what your name is?
That's right, macklemore, of course, today has crazy
Anyway, you ready? we'll give you a hundred thousand
After your comes out we'll need back that money that you borrowed
So it's really 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 sell out on the
Along with a of the money you make when you're out doing your shows
Manager 20, booking agent gets 10
So shit, taxes you and ryan 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 appreciate the offer, thought that this is what I
Rather be a starving artist succeed at getting fucked