Luyện nghe bài hát Makin' Records

Intro [maestro fresh wes -
Yeah, yeah. I got my man in the studio, mac. what's going on money?
yo what's 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 what i"m saying. all
I'm saying. you get porps an dloot the whole nine. word (word). i
Think brothers gotta up and smell the coffee you know what I'm saying.
[mac] 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 makin' records

Everyday I up, I thank god
'cause I never had to kill, had to rob
had a job
The industry's hard, of frauds
But I pulled a card on the boulevard
I work hard
Ask a vet disaster, you hafta
Be able to get a label to blast your
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 boys around your way giving you credit
'cause you can a spectacular, vernacular
But take your contract to a lawyer to look ya
'cause labels have the
Skill of gassing ya, after ya, the flip like a spatula
Snatch your
And all the bitches you
Are flaunted your riches are at ya
Cut you off like a dagger, support you like a
Your ain't fatter, you be sadder
So you better a better strate-gy
you see
It healthy, nobody could tell me it's hell see
Takes more a dope lp to be wealthy
Let me show you the path, going too fast
You're your promotional staff, ain't no knowing the half
They and they laugh, and take time off
Cut ya off, no loss just a write off
Now you're feeling neglected and
it, it's 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, packing appleonia(? ) six
the hoes on your jock
A smooth individual, videos on yo! and the box
Collecting your props, you you're getting your nots
Forgetting black man man's upsetting and sweating ya pops
Ringing the bell, 'em hell
I'm telling them facts, black be clever you better
You're outta here flash dance
You and your stance
Regroup your advance, fat chance!
You're say that you're only playing your soul
innovative, but they got creative control
You're a puppet on a string, ain't got a fucking
You can sing so they cling, 'cause they thay going to bring
Money your rhyme but you're 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 flow
It matter tho, it's who you know
You you got it bad, girls got it the harder way
Labels love to see a black in lingerie
a broad to say when a label 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 in the industry, could come instantly
I see the way they make a g a day, but a fee to pay
and showing your 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 can't believe this, her daughter showing cleavage
She's speachless, and says oh me sweet jesus
Exposing the punanny, just to win a
But when ass is flabby, you gone, word to daddy
Stop the degradation you're
This I'm raising to the queens of my nation
The shit prolong, goes strong
And when you sing a slow song (baby keep your on)
Times are hard, many are broken
start to smoke, farrakhan ain't joking
When he said we're being
So black men and women keep head up
you're makin' records

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