Luyện nghe bài hát Makin' Records

Intro [maestro wes - talking]
Yeah, yeah yeah. I got my man in the studio, mac. what's going on
[mac] yo up? chill
word. I remember back 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 porps an dloot the whole nine. (word). i
Think brothers gotta wake up and smell the you know what I'm saying.
brothers gotta wake up man
[maestro] word, man

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

Everyday I wake up, I god
I never had to kill, never had to rob
had a job
The industry's hard, of frauds
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 procraster-
Nating the laughter, has to
After you pass the snake, awake hobbes
the breaks
You wanna make a record, it
You need more than your boys around way giving you credit
'cause you can have a spectacular,
But take your contract to a to look after ya
'cause have mastered the
Skill of gassing ya, after ya, the flip like a spatula
Snatch your
And all the you wanted
Are flaunted riches are laugh at ya
Cut you off like a dagger, support you a laddere
pockets 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 a dope lp to be wealthy
Let me you the path, you're going too fast
You're 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, it's all about records

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[maestro fresh
You to see pandemonia rip
Well melodious shit
You and tackle by chicks, packing 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, be clever you better rebel
You're outta here like flash
You and your wack
Regroup your advance, fat chance!
You're say you're only playing with your soul
You're innovative, but got creative control
You're a on a string, ain't got a fucking thing
You can sing so they cling, 'cause they know going to bring
Money with your rhyme but you're def and blind
waste time nigger, sign that dotted line

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[maestro wes]
Now in the studio, you got the stupid
It doesn't matter tho, it's who you
You you got it bad, girls got it the harder way
Labels love to see a black in lingerie
What's a broad to say when a say we'll make you millions
Buy clothes for 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 a g a day, but what a fee to pay
Throwing and your t and a
You're taking a blow, ass you shake it to show
Is raking the dough, but they you and make you a ho
You're a of meat, between the sheets
brothers seek to reach you, to freak or so to speak
Your can't believe this, her daughter showing cleavage
She's speachless, and oh help me sweet jesus
Exposing the punanny, to win a grammy
But when that ass is flabby, you gone, to daddy
Stop the degradation facing
This information I'm to the queens of my nation
The shit prolong, goes strong
And when you sing a song (baby keep your clothes on)
Times are hard, many are broken
Some start to smoke, farrakhan joking
When he said we're setup
So men and women keep your head up
When you're 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 smarter is coming down."