Luyện nghe bài hát Jimmy Iovine

I put my on the line
I roll dice and I'm fine
'Cause all I ever dreamt about was it
They ain't it, I'm taking it

I'm taking it, taking it, ain't giving it
I'm taking it, it, they ain't giving it
I'm taking it, taking it, ain't giving it
I'm taking it, taking it, I all that shit

If I just went in and stole it, the police would of
Gotta be strategic, creepin', go in, with that motive
Hold up, my plan is forming, alright, this building
Watch these rappers that rappin' walk in and out with millions
Headed in sweatin', open front door
printed out right by the entrance, door closes
Not a metaphor, then I towards
That front, that's right, you check in
Dressed in an uniform, acting a janitor
All blue, jumpsuit, why
Bloodthirsty for the money like a
Looking in the of the matador (fuck you!)
Carrying 2 of paint, security looks at me awkward
I say third floor i'm late, paintin' jimmy office
Holding my 'bout to faint
I'm scared to death that he me
Heart beating so loud you can hear the in that lobby
And see I'm breaking down if I don't it out
Then i'm leaving town that contract
And i'm out, grabbin' the a&r out
His chair and i'm him hostage
I don't give a fuck, into the elevator press 3
Now i'm up (heist!)
they don't know is there is a gun in the paint can
And i'm ready and willing to bust 'em, I'm desperate
Stuck in recession, now what you think
If I could get my life is destined
My future on ink
And secretary at the of the entrance staring right at me
I up she whispers go ahead and then gives me a wink

I put my life on the
I roll them dice and I'm
'cause all I ever dreamt was makin' it
They ain't it, I'm taking it

I'm taking it, taking it, ain't giving it
I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't it
I'm taking it, it, they ain't giving it
I'm it, taking it, I need all that shit

If I get past security, the secretary, the
But it's weird, it's like this room i've walked into is
Thought it be shiny and beautiful
Thought it would be alive and like
But it like someone died, it's got the vibe of a funeral
There's numbers on a
Cds in cardboard
Artists that flopped, got dropped and never got to be sophomores
Graphic designers are around
Waiting for albums that never out
Complainin' they have nobody in house
Wonderin' what make art for
I start thinking, am I in the right
Just forward, see plaques on the wall
Oh yea, in a second those will be all
Finally see an office with a mounted sign, heaven
Big block letters, read it out loud: president (nice!)
This was my chance to that contract and turn and jet
Right then felt a cold hand grab on the back of my
He said: we've been watching you, so glad you make it
Your music gets so in this whole brand you created
You're one hell of a band, we think you're destined for greatness
And with that song we all know that you're next to be famous
Now i'm sorry, i've had a long day me, now what your name is?
That's right, macklemore, of course, has been crazy
Anyway, you we'll give you a hundred thousand dollars
After your album comes out we'll need back that money you borrowed
So it's really a loan, a loan? come on, no
a team, 360 degrees, we will reach your goals!
We'll get a third of the merch you sell out on the road
Along with a third of the money you make when out doing your shows
Manager gets 20, booking agent 10
So shit, taxes you and ryan have 7% to split
That's not bad, i've seen a lot worse, no one give you a better offer than us (hmm)
I replied I appreciate the offer, thought that this is I wanted
Rather be a starving than succeed at getting fucked