Luyện nghe bài hát Jimmy Iovine

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

If I just went in and it, the police would of notice
Gotta be strategic, creepin', go in, with that motive
Hold up, my plan is forming, alright, this building
Watch these that rappin' walk in and leave out with millions
Headed in sweatin', open that door
Interscope printed out by the entrance, door 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
for the money like a bull
Looking in the of the matador (fuck you!)
2 cans of paint, security looks at me awkward
I say third floor i'm late, paintin' jimmy office
Holding my breath to faint
I'm scared to death he stops me
Heart beating so loud you can hear the echo in that
And see I'm breaking down if I make it out
i'm leaving town with that contract
And i'm spazzing out, the a&r out
His chair and i'm taking him
I don't give a fuck, into the elevator press 3
Now i'm up (heist!)
What they don't is there is a gun in the paint can
And i'm ready and willing to bust 'em, I'm fucking
in this recession, now what you think
If I could get signed my is destined
My future 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 about was makin' it
They ain't giving it, I'm it

I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't it
I'm taking it, it, they ain't giving it
I'm it, taking it, they 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 like this room walked into is unusual
it would be shiny and beautiful
Thought it would be alive and like
But it feels like someone died, got the vibe of a funeral
numbers on a chalkboard
Cds boxed in
Artists that flopped, that got and never got to be sophomores
Graphic designers are sitting
Waiting for albums never come out
Complainin' that they have in house
what they make art for
I thinking, am I in the right place?
Just walk forward, see plaques on the
Oh yea, in a second those will be all
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
Right then a cold hand grab on the back of my neck
He said: we've watching you, so glad you could make it
Your music gets so impressive in whole brand you created
You're one hell of a band, we think you're destined for greatness
And with that right song we all know you're next 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 crazy
Anyway, you ready? we'll give you a thousand dollars
After your album comes out 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 third of the merch that you sell out on the
Along with a third of the money you when you're out doing your shows
Manager gets 20, booking agent 10
So shit, taxes you and ryan have 7% to split
That's not bad, i've a lot worse, no one will give you a better offer than us (hmm)
I I appreciate the offer, thought that this is what I wanted
Rather be a starving artist than succeed at getting