Luyện nghe bài hát Makin' Records

Intro [maestro wes - talking]
Yeah, yeah yeah. I got my man in the studio, mac. going on money?
[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.
brothers gotta wake up man
[maestro] word, man

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[studio people] you wake up, you gotta gotta wake up
[maestro] check it, all about makin' records

Everyday I wake up, I god
I never had to kill, never had to rob
had a job
The industry's hard, full of
But I never a card on the boulevard
I just hard
Ask a vet about disaster, you
Be able to get a label to blast your
the laughter, has to wait
After you pass the snake, stay awake
That's the
You wanna make a record, it
You more than your boys around your way giving you credit
'cause you can a spectacular, vernacular
But your contract to a lawyer to look after ya
'cause labels have the
Skill of gassing ya, after ya, dropped the like a spatula
Snatch your
And all the you wanted
Are flaunted riches are laugh at ya
Cut you off a dagger, support you like a laddere
pockets ain't fatter, you be sadder
So you better have a better
you see
It ain't healthy, could tell me it's hell see
Takes than a dope lp to be wealthy
Let me show you the path, you're too fast
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 a write off
Now you're feeling and rejected
Check it, it's all about records

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[maestro wes]
You to see pandemonia rip
Well melodious shit
You shackle and tackle by chicks, packing appleonia(? ) six
Having the hoes on your
A individual, your videos on yo! and the box
Collecting your props, you think getting your nots
Forgetting black man attacks upsetting and sweating ya pops
the bell, ringing 'em hell
I'm telling them facts, black be you better rebel
You're outta like flash dance
You and your wack
Regroup your advance, fat chance!
You're say that you're only with your soul
You're innovative, but they got creative
You're a puppet on a string, ain't got a fucking
You can sing so cling, 'cause they know thay going to bring
Money with 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 doesn't 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
What's a to say when a label say we'll make you millions
Buy for your children, you know she hit the ceiling
They for me, we'll bring you g's
But injuries in the industry, come instantly
I see the way they a g a day, but what a fee to pay
Throwing and your t and a
You're taking a blow, your ass you it to show
Is raking the dough, but they you and make you a ho
a piece of meat, between the sheets
'nuff seek to reach you, to freak or so to speak
Your 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, to daddy
Stop the you're facing
information I'm raising to the queens of my nation
The shit can't prolong, strong
And when you sing a song (baby keep your clothes on)
are hard, many hearts are broken
Some start to smoke, farrakhan joking
When he said we're setup
So black men and women keep 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 you to know, you're being
Setup. by the smarter is coming down."