Luyện nghe bài hát Jimmy Iovine

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

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

If I just went in and stole it, the would of notice
Gotta be strategic, creepin', go in, leave with that
up, my plan is forming, alright, caseing this building
Watch these rappers that rappin' in and leave out with millions
in sweatin', open that front door
Interscope out right by the entrance, door closes
Not a metaphor, then I towards
That front, right, where you check in
Dressed in an uniform, acting a janitor
All blue, jumpsuit, why
Bloodthirsty for the 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, jimmy iovine's office
Holding my 'bout to faint
I'm scared to death he stops me
beating so loud you can hear the echo in that lobby
And see I'm breaking if I don't 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 a fuck, step 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 and willing to bust 'em, I'm fucking desperate
Stuck in this recession, now you think
If I could get signed my life is
My future on ink
And secretary at the front of the staring right at me
I up she whispers go ahead and then gives me a wink

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

I'm it, taking it, they ain't giving it
I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't it
I'm taking it, taking it, they 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 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 vibe of a
There's on a chalkboard
Cds boxed in
that flopped, that got dropped and never got to be sophomores
Graphic designers are sitting
for albums that never come out
Complainin' that they have nobody in
Wonderin' they make art for
I thinking, am I in the right place?
walk forward, see plaques on the wall
Oh yea, in a second will be all yours
Finally see an office with a sign, heaven sent
Big silver letters, read it out loud: president (nice!)
This was my chance to grab contract and turn and jet
Right then felt a hand grab on the back of my neck
He said: we've been watching you, so you could make it
Your music gets so impressive in this brand you created
You're one hell of a band, we here think you're destined for
And with that right song we all know 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, has been crazy
Anyway, you ready? give you a hundred thousand dollars
After your album comes out we'll need back that money you borrowed
So it's really a loan, a loan? come on, no
a team, 360 degrees, we will reach 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 you're out doing your shows
Manager gets 20, booking gets 10
So shit, taxes you and ryan have 7% to split
That's not bad, i've seen a lot worse, no one will give you a better than us (hmm)
I replied I appreciate the offer, thought that this is what I
Rather be a artist than succeed at getting fucked