Luyện nghe bài hát Makin' Records

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

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

Everyday I up, I thank god
'cause I never had to kill, had to rob
had a job
The industry's hard, full of
But I pulled a card on the boulevard
I just work
Ask a vet disaster, you hafta
Be to get a label to blast your procraster-
Nating the laughter, has to
After you pass the snake, stay awake
the breaks
You wanna make a record, it
You need more than your around your way giving you credit
'cause you can have a spectacular,
But take your to a lawyer to look after ya
'cause have mastered the
Skill of gassing ya, after ya, dropped the like a spatula
Snatch your
And all the bitches you
Are flaunted your riches are at ya
Cut you off like a dagger, you like a laddere
Your pockets ain't fatter, you be
So you have a better strate-gy
you see
It ain't healthy, could tell me it's hell see
Takes more than a dope lp to be
Let me show you the path, going too fast
choking your promotional staff, ain't no knowing the half
They look and laugh, and take time off
Cut ya off, no loss you're just a off
Now you're neglected and rejected
Check it, all about makin' records

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[maestro fresh
You to see pandemonia rip
Well you're shit
You shackle and by chicks, packing like appleonia(? ) six
Having the on your jock
A smooth individual, videos on yo! and the box
Collecting your props, you you're getting your nots
Forgetting black man attacks man's upsetting and sweating ya
Ringing the bell, 'em hell
I'm telling them facts, black be clever you rebel
You're here like flash dance
You and your wack
Regroup from advance, fat chance!
You're say that you're only playing with soul
You're innovative, but they got creative
a puppet on a string, ain't got a fucking thing
You can sing so they cling, they know thay going to bring
Money with your rhyme but you're def dumb and
Don't waste time nigger, sign that 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, got it the harder way
Labels love to see a black in lingerie
What's a broad to say when a say we'll make you millions
Buy clothes for children, you know she hit the ceiling
They sing for me, we'll you g's
But injuries in the industry, could come
I see the way make a g a day, but what a fee to pay
Throwing and your t and a
You're taking a blow, your ass you shake it to
Is raking the dough, but played you and make you a ho
You're a piece of meat, the sheets
'nuff seek to reach you, to freak or so to speak
Your moms can't believe this, her daughter cleavage
She's speachless, and says oh help me jesus
Exposing the punanny, just to win a
But when that ass is flabby, you gone, to daddy
the degradation you're facing
This I'm raising to the queens of my nation
The shit can't prolong, strong
And when you sing a slow song (baby keep your on)
Times are hard, many hearts are
start to smoke, farrakhan ain't joking
When he said being setup
So black men and keep your head up
When makin' records

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