Luyện nghe bài hát Jimmy Iovine

I put my on the line
I roll 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, it, they ain't giving it
I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't it
I'm taking it, taking it, I all that shit

If I just in and stole it, the police would of notice
Gotta be strategic, creepin', go in, leave that motive
Hold up, my plan is forming, alright, this building
Watch these rappers that rappin' walk in and leave out with
Headed in sweatin', open front door
Interscope printed out right by the entrance, door
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 of the matador (fuck you!)
Carrying 2 cans of paint, security looks at me
I say third 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 down if I don't make it out
Then i'm leaving town with contract
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 ready and willing to bust 'em, I'm fucking
Stuck in this recession, now you think
If I get signed my life is destined
My depends on ink
And secretary at the front of the staring right at me
I walk up she whispers go ahead and then gives me a

I put my on the line
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, taking it, they giving it
I'm taking it, taking it, they giving it
I'm taking it, taking it, 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 walked is unusual
Thought it would be shiny and
Thought it be alive and like musical
But it feels like someone died, got the vibe of a funeral
There's numbers on a
Cds boxed in
that flopped, that got dropped and never got to be sophomores
Graphic are sitting around
Waiting for albums that come out
Complainin' that they have in house
what they make art for
I start thinking, am I in the place?
Just walk forward, see plaques on the
Oh yea, in a second those will be all
Finally see an office with a mounted sign, sent
Big block silver letters, read it out loud: (nice!)
This was my chance to that contract and turn and jet
Right felt a cold hand grab on the back of my neck
He said: we've been watching you, so glad you 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 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 your name is?
That's right, macklemore, of course, today has crazy
Anyway, you ready? we'll give you a thousand dollars
After album comes out we'll need 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 of the merch that you sell out on the road
Along with a third of the money you make when 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
Rather be a starving than succeed at getting fucked