Luyện nghe bài hát Makin' Records

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

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

Everyday I up, I thank 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 work hard
Ask a vet disaster, you hafta
Be able to get a label to blast your
Nating the laughter, has to
you pass the snake, stay awake hobbes
That's the
You make a record, check it
You need more than your around your way giving you credit
'cause you can a spectacular, vernacular
But take your contract to a to look after ya
'cause labels have the
Skill of gassing ya, after ya, the flip like a spatula
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 fatter, you be sadder
So you have a better strate-gy
you see
It ain't healthy, nobody could tell me it's see
more than a dope lp to be wealthy
Let me you the path, you're going too fast
You're choking your staff, ain't no knowing the half
They look and they laugh, and time off
Cut ya off, no loss you're just a off
Now you're neglected and rejected
it, it's all about makin' records

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[maestro wes]
You to see pandemonia rip
Well melodious shit
You and tackle by chicks, packing like appleonia(? ) six
Having the hoes on jock
A smooth individual, videos on yo! and the box
your 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 facts, black be clever you better rebel
You're outta here like dance
You and your stance
from your advance, fat chance!
You're say that you're only playing with soul
innovative, but they got creative control
You're a puppet on a string, ain't got a thing
You can sing so they cling, 'cause they thay going to bring
with your rhyme but you're def dumb and blind
Don't waste time nigger, sign that dotted

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

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