Luyện nghe bài hát Jimmy Iovine

I put my on the line
I roll them and I'm fine
'Cause all I ever about was makin' it
ain't 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 taking it, taking it, they giving it
I'm it, taking it, I need all that shit

If I just in and stole it, the police would of notice
be strategic, creepin', go in, leave with that motive
Hold up, my plan is forming, alright, 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 start
front, that's right, where you check in
Dressed in an uniform, acting like a
All blue, jumpsuit, why
Bloodthirsty for the money like a
Looking in the of the matador (fuck you!)
Carrying 2 cans of paint, security at me awkward
I say third i'm late, paintin' jimmy iovine's office
Holding my breath 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 down if I make it out
Then i'm leaving town with that
And i'm spazzing out, the a&r out
His and i'm taking him hostage
I give a fuck, step into the elevator press 3
Now i'm up (heist!)
What they don't know is is a gun in the paint can
And i'm ready and willing to 'em, I'm fucking desperate
Stuck in recession, now what you think
If I could get signed my life is
My future on ink
And secretary at the front of the entrance right at me
I walk up she whispers go ahead and gives me a wink

I put my on the line
I roll them dice and I'm
'cause all I dreamt 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, 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
it would be shiny and beautiful
Thought it would be alive and like
But it like someone died, it's got the vibe of a funeral
There's on a chalkboard
Cds in cardboard
Artists that flopped, got dropped and never got to be sophomores
designers are sitting around
Waiting for albums that come out
that they have nobody in house
Wonderin' what they art for
I start thinking, am I in the right
Just forward, see plaques on the wall
Oh yea, in a second will be all yours
see an office with a mounted sign, heaven sent
Big block silver letters, it out loud: president (nice!)
This was my chance to grab contract and turn and jet
Right then felt a cold hand grab on the back of my
He said: we've been watching you, so glad you make it
Your gets so impressive in this whole brand you created
You're one hell of a band, we here think destined for greatness
And with that right 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 been
Anyway, you ready? give you a hundred thousand dollars
After your album comes out we'll need that money that you borrowed
So it's like a loan, a loan? come on, no
We're a team, 360 degrees, we will reach goals!
get a third of the merch that you sell out on the road
Along with a third of the you make when you're out doing your shows
gets 20, booking agent 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 I appreciate the offer, thought that this is what I wanted
be a starving artist than succeed at getting fucked