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 up? chill
word. I remember back in the days, you know. I be thinking, you
Go in the studio, you drop a record, you know what i"m saying. all
I'm saying. you get porps an dloot the whole nine. word (word). i
brothers gotta wake up and smell the coffee you know what I'm saying.
[mac] brothers gotta 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 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 just hard
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, awake hobbes
the breaks
You wanna make a record, it
You need more than your boys around your way you credit
you can have a spectacular, vernacular
But take contract to a lawyer to look after ya
'cause have mastered the
Skill of gassing ya, after ya, dropped the flip a spatula
Snatch your
And all the bitches you
Are flaunted riches 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 tell me it's hell see
Takes more than a lp to be wealthy
Let me show you the path, going too fast
You're choking your staff, ain't no knowing the half
They and they laugh, and take time off
Cut ya off, no you're just a write off
Now you're feeling and rejected
Check it, all about makin' records

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[maestro fresh
You want to see rip
you're melodious shit
You and tackle by chicks, packing like appleonia(? ) six
the hoes on your jock
A individual, your videos on yo! and the box
Collecting your props, you think you're your nots
Forgetting black man attacks man's upsetting and ya pops
Ringing the bell, 'em hell
I'm telling facts, black be clever you better rebel
You're here like flash dance
You and your stance
Regroup your advance, fat chance!
You're say you're only playing with your soul
innovative, but they got creative control
You're a on a string, ain't got a fucking thing
You can sing so they cling, 'cause they thay going to bring
Money with your 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 flow
It matter 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 label say we'll 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 they make a g a day, but 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 played you and make you a ho
a piece of meat, between the sheets
'nuff seek to reach you, to freak or so to speak
moms can't believe this, her daughter showing cleavage
She's speachless, and says oh help me jesus
Exposing the punanny, just to win a
But that ass is flabby, you gone, word to daddy
Stop the degradation facing
This I'm raising to the queens of my nation
The shit prolong, goes strong
And you sing a slow song (baby keep your clothes on)
are hard, many hearts are broken
Some to smoke, farrakhan ain't joking
When he said being setup
So men and women keep your head up
you're makin' records

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