Luyện nghe bài hát Jimmy Iovine

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

I'm taking it, taking it, ain't giving it
I'm taking it, it, they ain't giving 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 stole it, the police would of
Gotta be strategic, creepin', go in, leave with motive
Hold up, my plan is forming, alright, this building
Watch these rappers that rappin' walk in and leave out with
in sweatin', open that front door
Interscope printed out right by the entrance, 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 money a bull
in the eyes of the matador (fuck you!)
Carrying 2 cans of paint, security at me awkward
I say third floor i'm late, jimmy iovine's office
Holding my breath 'bout to
I'm scared to death that he 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 spazzing out, the a&r out
His chair and i'm him hostage
I don't give a fuck, step into the 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
Stuck in this recession, now you think
If I could get signed my life is
My future on ink
And secretary at the of the entrance staring right at me
I walk up she whispers go ahead and then gives me a

I put my life on the
I them dice and I'm fine
'cause all I ever dreamt was makin' it
ain't giving it, I'm taking it

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

If I get past security, the secretary, the
But weird, it's like this room i've walked into is unusual
it would be shiny and beautiful
Thought it be alive and like musical
But it feels like someone died, it's got the vibe of a
There's on a chalkboard
Cds in cardboard
Artists that flopped, that got and never got to be sophomores
Graphic are sitting around
for albums that never come out
Complainin' that they have nobody in
Wonderin' what they art for
I start thinking, am I in the right
Just walk forward, see plaques on the
Oh yea, in a those will be all yours
Finally see an office with a sign, heaven sent
Big block letters, read it out loud: president (nice!)
This was my chance to that contract and turn and jet
Right then a cold hand grab on the back of my neck
He we've been watching you, so glad you could make it
Your music gets so impressive in this whole you created
You're one hell of a band, we think you're destined for greatness
And with right 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, has been crazy
Anyway, you ready? we'll you a hundred thousand dollars
After your comes out we'll need back that money that you borrowed
So it's really a loan, a loan? come on, no
We're a team, 360 degrees, we reach your goals!
We'll get a third of the that you sell out on the road
Along with a third of the money you when you're out doing your shows
Manager gets 20, 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 offer than us (hmm)
I replied I appreciate the offer, thought this is what I wanted
Rather be a artist than succeed at getting fucked