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 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 gotta wake up and smell the you know what I'm saying.
brothers gotta wake up man
[maestro] 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
'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 work hard
Ask a vet disaster, you hafta
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 make a record, check it
You need more than your boys around your way giving you
'cause you can have a spectacular,
But take your to a lawyer to look after ya
'cause have mastered the
Skill of ya, after ya, dropped 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
pockets ain't fatter, you be sadder
So you better have a strate-gy
you see
It ain't healthy, nobody could me it's hell see
Takes more a dope lp to be wealthy
Let me you the path, you're going too fast
You're choking your promotional staff, no knowing the half
They look and they laugh, and take off
Cut ya off, no loss you're just a off
Now feeling neglected and rejected
Check it, it's all makin' records

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[maestro fresh
You want to see rip
Well you're shit
You and tackle by chicks, packing like appleonia(? ) six
Having the hoes on jock
A smooth individual, your on yo! and the box
Collecting props, you think you're getting your nots
Forgetting black man attacks man's upsetting and sweating ya
Ringing the bell, 'em hell
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 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 know thay going to bring
Money with your rhyme but def dumb and blind
Don't waste time nigger, sign that line

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[maestro fresh
Now in the studio, you got the stupid
It doesn't matter tho, it's who you
You think you got it bad, got it the harder way
Labels to see a black woman in lingerie
What's a broad to say when a label say make you millions
Buy clothes for your children, you she hit the ceiling
They sing for me, bring you g's
But injuries in the industry, could instantly
I see the way they make a g a day, but a fee to pay
Throwing and showing t and a
You're taking a blow, your ass you shake it to
Is raking the dough, but they you and make you a ho
a piece of meat, between the sheets
'nuff brothers seek to 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, to win a grammy
But when that ass is flabby, you gone, to daddy
Stop the you're facing
information I'm raising to the queens of my nation
The shit can't prolong, goes
And when you sing a slow song (baby keep clothes on)
Times are hard, hearts are broken
Some start to smoke, farrakhan ain't
When he said we're being
So black men and keep your head up
When makin' records

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Outro - sample
"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 smarter that is down."