Luyện nghe bài hát Jimmy Iovine

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

I'm taking it, taking it, ain't giving 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 went in and stole it, the police of notice
Gotta be strategic, creepin', go in, leave with that
Hold up, my is forming, alright, caseing this building
Watch rappers that rappin' walk in and leave out with millions
Headed in sweatin', open front door
printed out right by the entrance, door closes
Not a metaphor, I start towards
That front, right, where you check in
Dressed in an uniform, acting a janitor
All blue, jumpsuit, why
Bloodthirsty for the like a bull
Looking in the of the matador (fuck you!)
2 cans of paint, security looks at me awkward
I say floor i'm late, paintin' jimmy iovine's office
Holding my '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 breaking down if I make it out
Then i'm 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 they don't know is is a gun in the paint can
And i'm ready and willing to 'em, I'm fucking desperate
Stuck in recession, now what you think
If I could get signed my life is
My depends on ink
And secretary at the of the entrance staring right at me
I walk up she whispers go ahead and then gives me a

I put my life on the
I roll dice and I'm fine
all I ever dreamt about was makin' it
They ain't 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 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 like
But it feels like died, it's got the vibe of a funeral
numbers on a chalkboard
Cds in cardboard
Artists that flopped, that got dropped and got to be sophomores
Graphic are sitting around
Waiting for albums that never out
Complainin' they have nobody in house
Wonderin' what make art for
I thinking, am I in the right place?
Just forward, see plaques on the wall
Oh yea, in a those will be all yours
Finally see an office a mounted sign, heaven sent
Big block silver letters, read it out president (nice!)
This was my chance to grab that contract and and jet
then felt a cold hand grab on the back of my neck
He said: we've been watching you, so you could make it
Your gets so impressive in this whole brand you created
You're one of a band, we here think you're destined for greatness
And with right song we all know that you're 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 crazy
Anyway, you ready? we'll give you a thousand dollars
After your album comes out we'll need back that that you borrowed
So really like a loan, a loan? 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 make you're out doing your shows
Manager gets 20, agent gets 10
So shit, after taxes you and ryan have 7% to
That's not bad, i've a lot worse, no one will give you a better offer than us (hmm)
I replied I appreciate the offer, thought that this is I wanted
be a starving artist than succeed at getting fucked