Luyện nghe bài hát Jimmy Iovine

I put my on the line
I roll dice and I'm fine
'Cause all I 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, it, they ain't giving it
I'm taking it, taking it, they giving it
I'm it, taking it, I need all that shit

If I just went in and stole it, the police would of
Gotta be strategic, creepin', go in, leave with that
Hold up, my is forming, alright, caseing this building
Watch these that rappin' walk in and leave out with millions
Headed in sweatin', open that front
Interscope printed out right by the entrance, closes
Not a metaphor, then I start
That front, that's right, where you in
in an uniform, acting like a janitor
All blue, jumpsuit, why
Bloodthirsty for the money a bull
Looking in the eyes of the (fuck you!)
Carrying 2 of paint, security looks at me awkward
I say floor i'm late, paintin' jimmy iovine's office
Holding my breath to faint
I'm to death that he stops me
Heart beating so loud you can hear the echo in lobby
And see I'm breaking if I don't make it out
Then i'm leaving 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!)
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 could get signed my is destined
My future on ink
And at the front 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 them dice and I'm fine
'cause all I ever dreamt 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 it, taking it, they ain't giving it
I'm it, taking it, I need all that shit

If I get past security, the secretary, the
But it's weird, it's like this room i've walked is unusual
Thought it would be and beautiful
Thought it be alive and like musical
But it feels like someone died, it's got the of a funeral
There's on a chalkboard
Cds boxed in
Artists that flopped, that got dropped and never got to be
Graphic designers are around
Waiting for albums that come out
Complainin' that they have in house
Wonderin' what they art for
I start thinking, am I in the right
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 silver letters, read it out loud: president (nice!)
was my chance to grab that contract and turn and jet
Right then felt a cold 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 whole brand you
You're one hell of a band, we think you're destined for greatness
And with that right song we all know that 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 you a hundred thousand dollars
After your album comes out we'll need back that money you borrowed
So it's like 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 when you're out doing shows
Manager gets 20, booking gets 10
So shit, after taxes you and ryan 7% to split
That's not bad, i've seen a lot worse, no one will give you a offer than us (hmm)
I I appreciate the offer, thought that this is what I wanted
Rather be a starving artist succeed at getting fucked