Luyện nghe bài hát Makin' Records

Intro [maestro wes - talking]
Yeah, yeah yeah. I got my man in the studio, mac. what's on money?
[mac] yo 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
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] 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 hard, full of frauds
But I never pulled a on the boulevard
I just work
Ask a vet about disaster, you
Be to get a label to blast your procraster-
Nating the laughter, has to
After you pass the snake, stay awake
That's the
You make a record, check it
You need more than boys 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, the flip like a spatula
your acura
And all the you wanted
Are your riches are laugh at ya
Cut you off a dagger, support you like a laddere
Your ain't fatter, you be sadder
So you have a better strate-gy
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, you're going too
You're choking your promotional staff, ain't no knowing the
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, all about makin' records

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[maestro fresh
You want to see rip
Well you're melodious
You shackle and tackle by chicks, like appleonia(? ) six
the hoes on your jock
A smooth individual, videos on yo! and the box
your props, you think you're getting your nots
Forgetting black man attacks man's upsetting and ya pops
the bell, ringing 'em hell
I'm telling them facts, black be clever you better
You're outta here like flash
You and your stance
from your advance, fat chance!
You're say that you're only playing with soul
You're innovative, but got creative control
You're a puppet on a string, ain't got a fucking
You can sing so they cling, 'cause know thay going to bring
with your rhyme but you're def dumb and blind
Don't waste 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
love to see a black woman in lingerie
What's a broad to say when a label say we'll you millions
Buy clothes for children, you know she hit the ceiling
sing for me, we'll 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
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 piece of meat, the sheets
'nuff brothers seek to you, to freak or so to speak
moms can't believe this, her daughter showing cleavage
She's speachless, and says oh help me sweet
Exposing the punanny, to win a grammy
But when that ass is flabby, you gone, word to
Stop the degradation you're
This information I'm to the queens of my nation
The shit prolong, goes strong
And when you sing a slow (baby keep your clothes on)
Times are hard, many are broken
Some start to smoke, farrakhan joking
When he said we're being
So black men and keep your head up
When you're makin'

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