Luyện nghe bài hát Jimmy Iovine

I put my on the line
I roll them dice and I'm
all I ever dreamt about was makin' it
They ain't it, I'm taking it

I'm taking it, taking it, they giving it
I'm it, taking it, they 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, leave with motive
up, my plan is forming, alright, caseing this building
Watch these rappers that rappin' in and leave out with millions
Headed in sweatin', that front door
Interscope printed out by the entrance, door closes
Not a metaphor, I start towards
That front, right, where you check in
Dressed in an uniform, acting like a
All blue, jumpsuit, why
for the money like a bull
Looking in the of the matador (fuck you!)
Carrying 2 cans of paint, security at me awkward
I say floor i'm late, paintin' jimmy iovine's office
my breath 'bout to faint
I'm to death that he stops me
Heart beating so loud you can hear the in that lobby
And see I'm breaking down if I don't it out
Then i'm leaving town that contract
And i'm spazzing out, the a&r out
His chair and i'm him hostage
I don't a fuck, step into the elevator press 3
Now i'm up (heist!)
What they don't know is is a gun in the paint can
And i'm ready and to bust 'em, I'm fucking desperate
in this recession, now what you think
If I could get my life is destined
My future on ink
And secretary at the of the entrance staring right at me
I walk up she whispers go ahead and then me a wink

I put my life on the
I them dice and I'm fine
'cause all I ever dreamt 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, it, they ain't giving it
I'm taking it, taking it, I need all shit

If I get security, the secretary, the cubicals
But it's weird, it's like this room i've into is unusual
Thought it would be and beautiful
Thought it would be alive and like
But it feels like someone died, it's got the of a funeral
There's numbers on a
Cds boxed in
that flopped, that got dropped and never got to be sophomores
Graphic designers are around
for albums that never come out
Complainin' that 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 second those be all yours
Finally see an with 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 grab on the of my neck
He said: we've been watching you, so glad you 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 you're to be famous
Now i'm sorry, i've had a long day 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 album comes out we'll back that money that you borrowed
So really like 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 gets 20, booking gets 10
So shit, after taxes you and ryan have 7% to
That's not bad, i've seen a lot worse, no one will give you a offer than us (hmm)
I replied I appreciate the offer, that this is what I wanted
Rather be a starving artist than at getting fucked