Luyện nghe bài hát Makin' Records

Intro [maestro wes - talking]
Yeah, yeah. I got my man in the studio, mac. what's going on money?
yo what's up? chill
[maestro] word. I back in the days, you know. I be thinking, you
Go in the studio, you drop a record, you know i"m saying. that's all
I'm saying. you get your an dloot the whole nine. word (word). i
Think brothers gotta wake up and smell the coffee you know I'm saying.
[mac] brothers gotta up man
[maestro] word, man

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[studio people] you gotta wake up, you gotta wake up
[maestro] check it, all about makin' records

Everyday I wake up, I god
I never had to kill, never had to rob
had a job
The hard, full of frauds
But I pulled a card on the boulevard
I just work
Ask a vet about disaster, you
Be able to get a to blast your procraster-
the laughter, has to wait
After you the snake, stay awake hobbes
That's the
You wanna a record, check it
You need more than your around your way giving you credit
'cause you can a spectacular, vernacular
But take your to a lawyer to look after ya
labels have mastered the
Skill of gassing ya, after ya, dropped the flip like a
your acura
And all the you wanted
Are flaunted your are laugh at ya
Cut you off like a dagger, you like a laddere
Your pockets ain't fatter, you be
So you better have a strate-gy
you see
It ain't healthy, nobody could me it's hell see
more than a dope lp to be wealthy
Let me show you the path, you're going too
You're choking promotional staff, ain't no knowing the half
look and they laugh, and take time off
Cut ya off, no you're just a write off
Now you're feeling neglected and
Check it, it's all about records

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[maestro wes]
You to see pandemonia rip
you're melodious shit
You shackle and tackle by chicks, like appleonia(? ) six
Having the hoes on jock
A smooth individual, videos on yo! and the box
Collecting props, you think you're getting your nots
Forgetting man attacks man's upsetting and sweating ya pops
Ringing the bell, ringing 'em
I'm telling them facts, black be clever you better
You're outta here like dance
You and wack stance
Regroup your advance, fat chance!
You're say that you're only with your soul
innovative, but they got creative control
You're a puppet on a string, got a fucking thing
You can sing so cling, 'cause they know thay going to bring
Money your rhyme but you're def dumb and blind
Don't waste time nigger, that dotted line

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[maestro wes]
Now in the studio, you got the stupid
It doesn't matter tho, it's who you
You you got it bad, girls got it the harder way
Labels love to see a black woman in
What's a broad to say when a label say we'll make you
Buy for your children, you know she hit the ceiling
They sing for me, we'll you g's
But in the industry, could come instantly
I see the way they a g a day, but what a fee to pay
and showing your t and a
You're taking a blow, your ass you it to show
Is raking the dough, but they played you and you a ho
You're a piece of meat, the sheets
'nuff brothers seek to reach you, to freak or so to
Your moms can't believe this, her showing cleavage
speachless, and says oh help me sweet jesus
Exposing the punanny, just to win a
But when that ass is flabby, you gone, to daddy
Stop the you're facing
This information I'm raising to the queens of my
The shit can't prolong, goes
And when you sing a song (baby keep your clothes on)
Times are hard, many hearts are
Some start to smoke, farrakhan joking
When he we're being setup
So black men and women keep head up
When you're records

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Outro - farrakhan
"the greatest musicians, the rap stars. the greatest black
Artists, are sitting here today. but I want you to know, being
Setup. by the that is coming down."