Luyện nghe bài hát Jimmy Iovine

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

I'm taking it, it, they ain't giving it
I'm it, taking it, they ain't giving it
I'm taking it, taking it, 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 that motive
Hold up, my plan is forming, alright, caseing this
Watch these that rappin' walk in and leave out with millions
Headed in sweatin', that front door
Interscope printed out right by the entrance, closes
Not a metaphor, then I start
That front, that's right, you check in
Dressed in an uniform, acting 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, security at me awkward
I say third 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 down if I make it out
Then i'm town with that contract
And i'm out, grabbin' 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 know is there is a gun in the paint can
And i'm and willing to bust 'em, I'm fucking desperate
in this recession, now what you think
If I could get signed my is destined
My depends on ink
And secretary at the of the entrance 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 dice and I'm
'cause all I ever dreamt was makin' it
ain't giving it, I'm taking it

I'm taking it, it, they ain't giving it
I'm taking it, it, they ain't giving it
I'm taking it, taking it, they giving it
I'm taking it, it, I need all that shit

If I get past security, the secretary, the
But it's weird, like this room i've walked into is unusual
Thought it would be shiny and
Thought it would be alive and musical
But it feels like someone died, it's got the of a funeral
There's numbers on a
Cds boxed in
Artists that flopped, that got dropped and got to be sophomores
Graphic designers are sitting
Waiting for albums never come out
Complainin' that have nobody in house
Wonderin' what they art for
I thinking, am I in the right place?
walk 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 letters, read it out loud: president (nice!)
was my chance to grab that contract and turn and jet
Right then felt a cold hand on the back of my neck
He said: we've been you, so glad you could 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 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?
right, macklemore, of course, today has been crazy
Anyway, you ready? we'll give you a hundred thousand
your album comes out we'll need back that money that you borrowed
So it's really like a loan, a loan? on, no
a team, 360 degrees, we will 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 when you're out your shows
Manager gets 20, booking agent 10
So shit, after you and ryan have 7% to split
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, thought this is what I wanted
Rather be a starving artist than at getting fucked