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 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 your porps an dloot the nine. word (word). i
Think brothers gotta 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 wake up, you gotta wake up
[maestro] it, it's all about makin' records

Everyday I up, I thank god
I never had to kill, never had to rob
had a job
The industry's hard, of frauds
But I never a card on the boulevard
I work hard
Ask a vet about disaster, you
Be to get a label to blast your procraster-
Nating the laughter, has to
you pass the snake, stay awake hobbes
That's the
You wanna make a record, it
You need more than your boys your way giving you credit
'cause you can a spectacular, vernacular
But take your to a lawyer to look after ya
'cause labels mastered the
Skill of gassing ya, after ya, the flip like a spatula
your acura
And all the bitches you
Are flaunted your are laugh at ya
Cut you off like a dagger, support you a laddere
Your pockets fatter, you be sadder
So you better have a better
you see
It ain't healthy, nobody could tell me hell see
Takes more than a lp to be wealthy
Let me you the path, you're going too fast
You're choking promotional staff, ain't no knowing the half
They look and they laugh, and take off
Cut ya off, no loss you're a write off
Now you're neglected and rejected
Check it, all about makin' records

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

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

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Outro - sample
"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."