Luyện nghe bài hát Makin' Records

Intro [maestro fresh wes -
Yeah, yeah yeah. I got my man in the studio, mac. what's going on
[mac] yo what's up?
[maestro] word. I remember 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 porps an dloot the whole nine. word (word). i
Think brothers wake up and smell the coffee you know what I'm saying.
brothers gotta wake up man
[maestro] word, man

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

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

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

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[maestro wes]
Now in the studio, you got the stupid
It doesn't tho, it's who you know
You think you got it bad, girls got it the way
Labels love to see a black woman in
What's a broad to say a label say we'll make you millions
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
Throwing and showing t and a
You're taking a blow, ass you shake it to show
Is raking the dough, but they you and make you a ho
a piece of meat, between the sheets
'nuff brothers seek to reach you, to freak or so to
Your moms can't this, her daughter showing cleavage
She's speachless, and says oh me sweet jesus
Exposing the punanny, to win a grammy
But when that ass is flabby, you gone, to daddy
the degradation you're facing
This information I'm raising to the of my nation
The shit can't prolong, strong
And when you sing a slow song (baby keep clothes on)
are hard, many hearts are broken
Some to smoke, farrakhan ain't joking
When he we're being setup
So men and women keep your 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 smarter that is down."