Luyện nghe bài hát Jimmy Iovine

I put my life on the
I roll them dice and I'm
all I ever dreamt about was makin' it
They ain't giving it, I'm 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 taking it, taking it, I need all shit

If I just went in and stole it, the 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 out with millions
in sweatin', open that front door
Interscope printed out by the entrance, door 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!)
Carrying 2 of paint, security looks at me awkward
I say third floor i'm late, jimmy iovine's office
Holding my breath to faint
I'm scared to death he stops me
Heart beating so loud you can 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 spazzing out, the a&r out
His and i'm taking him hostage
I don't give a fuck, step into the press 3
Now i'm up (heist!)
What don't know is there is a gun in the paint can
And i'm ready and to bust 'em, I'm fucking desperate
Stuck in recession, now what you think
If I could get signed my is destined
My depends on ink
And secretary at the of the entrance staring right at me
I walk up she whispers go ahead and then 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 ain't giving it, I'm it

I'm it, taking it, they ain't giving it
I'm taking it, taking it, they giving it
I'm taking it, taking it, they giving it
I'm taking it, taking it, I need all 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 would be and like musical
But it feels someone died, it's got the vibe of a funeral
numbers on a chalkboard
Cds in cardboard
Artists flopped, that got dropped and never got to be sophomores
designers are sitting around
Waiting for that never come out
that they have nobody in house
Wonderin' what they art for
I start thinking, am I in the place?
Just forward, see plaques on the wall
Oh yea, in a second those be all yours
Finally see an office with a mounted sign, 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
music 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 song we all know that you're next to be famous
Now i'm sorry, i've had a long day me, now what your name is?
That's right, macklemore, of course, today has crazy
Anyway, you we'll give you a hundred thousand dollars
After your album comes out we'll need back that that you borrowed
So it's really a loan, a loan? come on, no
We're a team, 360 degrees, we will reach goals!
We'll get a third of the merch that you sell out on the
Along with a third of the money you when you're out doing your shows
gets 20, booking agent gets 10
So shit, taxes you and ryan have 7% to split
not bad, i've seen a lot worse, no one will give you a better offer than us (hmm)
I replied I the offer, thought that this is what I wanted
Rather be a artist than succeed at getting fucked