Luyện nghe bài hát Jimmy Iovine

I put my life on the
I them dice and I'm fine
'Cause all I dreamt about 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 went in and stole it, the police would of notice
Gotta be strategic, creepin', go in, leave with motive
Hold up, my plan is forming, alright, this building
Watch these rappers that rappin' in and leave out with millions
in sweatin', open that front door
Interscope printed out right by the entrance, closes
Not a metaphor, then I towards
That front, right, where you check in
in an uniform, acting like a janitor
All blue, jumpsuit, why
Bloodthirsty for the money like a
Looking in the eyes of the (fuck you!)
Carrying 2 cans of paint, looks at me awkward
I say third i'm late, paintin' jimmy iovine's office
Holding my 'bout to faint
I'm scared to death that he me
beating so loud you can hear the echo in that lobby
And see I'm down if I don't make it out
Then i'm leaving town with that
And i'm out, grabbin' the a&r out
His chair and i'm taking him
I don't give a fuck, step into the press 3
Now i'm up (heist!)
they don't know is there is a gun in the paint can
And i'm and willing to bust 'em, I'm fucking desperate
Stuck in this recession, now what you
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 whispers go ahead and gives me a wink

I put my life on the
I them dice and I'm fine
'cause all I ever about was makin' it
ain't giving it, I'm taking it

I'm taking it, taking it, they giving 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, I need all that shit

If I get past security, the secretary, the
But it's weird, it's this room i've walked into is unusual
it would be shiny and beautiful
Thought it be alive and like musical
But it feels like died, it's got the vibe of a funeral
numbers on a chalkboard
Cds boxed in
Artists that flopped, got dropped and never got to be sophomores
Graphic are sitting around
Waiting for albums never come out
Complainin' that they have nobody in
what they make art for
I start thinking, am I in the right
Just walk forward, see plaques on the
Oh yea, in a second those be all yours
Finally see an office with a mounted sign, 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 grab on the back of my neck
He said: we've been 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 destined for greatness
And that right song we all know that you're 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 been
Anyway, you ready? we'll give you a hundred thousand
After your album comes out we'll need back that money that you
So it's really like a loan, a loan? on, no
We're a team, 360 degrees, we reach your goals!
We'll get a third of the merch that you sell out on the
Along with a third of the money you make when you're out your shows
gets 20, booking agent gets 10
So shit, after taxes you and 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 that is what I wanted
Rather be a starving artist than at getting fucked