Luyện nghe bài hát Makin' Records

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

x4
[studio people] you gotta up, you gotta gotta wake up
[maestro] check it, it's all about records

Everyday I wake up, I god
'cause I had to kill, never had to rob
had a job
The industry's hard, of frauds
But I pulled a card on the boulevard
I just work
Ask a vet disaster, you hafta
Be able to get a label to blast your
the laughter, has to wait
After you pass the snake, stay awake
the breaks
You wanna make a record, it
You more than your boys around your way giving you credit
you can have a spectacular, vernacular
But your contract to a lawyer to look after ya
'cause labels have the
Skill of gassing ya, after ya, dropped the flip like a
Snatch acura
And all the bitches you
Are flaunted your riches are at ya
Cut you off like a dagger, support you a laddere
pockets ain't fatter, you be sadder
So you better have a better
you see
It ain't healthy, nobody could me it's hell see
Takes more than a dope lp to be
Let me show you the path, going too fast
You're choking your promotional staff, ain't no knowing the
They look and they laugh, and take off
Cut ya off, no you're just a write off
Now you're feeling and rejected
Check it, it's all makin' records

x2

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

x4

[maestro wes]
Now in the studio, you got the flow
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 in lingerie
What's a broad to say when a say we'll make you millions
Buy for your children, you know she hit the ceiling
They sing for me, bring you g's
But injuries in the industry, come instantly
I see the way make a g a day, but what a fee to pay
Throwing and your t and a
You're a blow, your ass you shake 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 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
Stop the degradation you're
This information I'm raising to the of my nation
The shit prolong, goes strong
And when you sing a slow song (baby keep your on)
Times are hard, many hearts are
Some start to smoke, ain't joking
When he said being setup
So black men and women keep your up
you're makin' records

x4

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