Luyện nghe bài hát Jimmy Iovine

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

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

If I just went in and it, the police would of notice
be strategic, creepin', go in, leave with that motive
Hold up, my is forming, alright, caseing this building
Watch these rappers that rappin' walk in and leave out millions
Headed in sweatin', open that door
Interscope printed out right by the entrance, closes
Not a metaphor, I start towards
That front, that's right, you check in
in an uniform, acting like 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 i'm late, paintin' jimmy iovine's office
my breath 'bout to faint
I'm scared to that 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
Then i'm town with that contract
And i'm out, grabbin' 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 know is there is a gun in the paint can
And i'm ready and willing to bust 'em, I'm desperate
Stuck in recession, now what you think
If I get signed my life 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 gives me a wink

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

If I get security, the secretary, the cubicals
But it's weird, it's like room i've walked into is unusual
Thought it be shiny and beautiful
it would be alive and like musical
But it feels like someone died, it's got the vibe of a
There's numbers on a
Cds in cardboard
Artists that flopped, that got dropped and never got to be
Graphic are sitting around
Waiting for albums that come out
Complainin' they have nobody in house
Wonderin' what make art for
I start thinking, am I in the place?
walk forward, see plaques on the wall
Oh yea, in a second those will be all
Finally see an office with a sign, heaven sent
Big block silver letters, read it out loud: (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 watching you, so glad you could make it
Your gets so impressive in this whole brand you created
You're one hell of a band, we here 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?
That's right, macklemore, of course, today has crazy
Anyway, you ready? we'll give you a hundred dollars
After your album out we'll need back that money that you borrowed
So it's really like a loan, a come 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 doing 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 the offer, thought that this is what I wanted
be a starving artist than succeed at getting fucked