Luyện nghe bài hát Makin' Records

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

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

Everyday I wake up, I god
I never had to kill, never had to rob
had a job
The hard, full of frauds
But I never a card on the boulevard
I work hard
Ask a vet about disaster, you
Be able to get a to blast your procraster-
the laughter, has to wait
After you pass the snake, awake hobbes
the breaks
You wanna a record, check it
You need more than your boys your way giving you credit
'cause you can a spectacular, vernacular
But take your contract to a lawyer to look ya
labels have mastered 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
Your pockets fatter, you be sadder
So you better a better strate-gy
you see
It healthy, nobody could tell me it's hell see
more than a dope lp to be wealthy
Let me show you the path, you're going too
choking your promotional staff, ain't no knowing the half
They look and laugh, and take time off
Cut ya off, no loss 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
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 man attacks 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 like flash dance
You and your wack
from your advance, fat chance!
You're say that you're playing with your soul
You're innovative, but they got control
You're a puppet on a string, ain't got a thing
You can sing so they cling, 'cause they know thay going to
Money with your rhyme but you're def dumb and
Don't waste time nigger, sign that dotted

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[maestro wes]
Now in the studio, you got the stupid
It doesn't tho, it's who you know
You think you got it bad, girls got it the way
Labels love to see a woman in lingerie
What's a to say when a label say we'll make you millions
Buy clothes for your children, you know she hit the
They sing for me, we'll you g's
But injuries in the industry, come instantly
I see the way make a g a day, but what a fee to pay
and showing your t and a
You're taking a blow, your ass you shake it to
Is the dough, but they played you and make you a ho
You're a piece of meat, between the
'nuff brothers seek to reach you, to freak or so to
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, word to
Stop the you're facing
information I'm raising to the queens of my nation
The shit can't prolong, goes
And you sing a slow song (baby keep your clothes on)
Times are hard, many hearts are
Some to smoke, farrakhan ain't joking
When he said we're being
So black men and women your head up
you're makin' records

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