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
[maestro] word. I remember in the days, you know. I be thinking, you
Go in the studio, you drop a record, you what i"m saying. that's all
I'm saying. you get your porps an dloot the nine. word (word). i
Think brothers gotta wake up and smell the coffee you know I'm saying.
[mac] brothers wake up man
word, word man

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

Everyday I up, I thank god
'cause I never had to kill, had to rob
had a job
The hard, full of frauds
But I never pulled a card on the
I just hard
Ask a vet disaster, you hafta
Be to get a label to blast your procraster-
Nating the laughter, has to
After you pass the snake, awake hobbes
That's the
You wanna make a record, it
You need more than your boys around way giving you credit
'cause you can a spectacular, vernacular
But take your to a lawyer to look after ya
'cause labels mastered the
Skill of gassing ya, after ya, dropped the flip 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 pockets ain't fatter, you be
So you better have a better
you see
It ain't healthy, nobody could me it's hell see
Takes more than a dope lp to be
Let me show you the path, you're too fast
choking your promotional staff, ain't no knowing the half
They look and they laugh, and take off
Cut ya off, no loss you're just a off
Now you're feeling neglected and
Check it, it's all makin' records

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[maestro wes]
You want to see rip
you're melodious shit
You shackle and tackle by chicks, packing appleonia(? ) six
Having the on your jock
A smooth individual, your on yo! and the box
Collecting your props, you you're getting your nots
Forgetting black man attacks man's upsetting and sweating ya
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!
say that you're only playing with your soul
You're innovative, but they got control
a puppet on a string, ain't got a fucking thing
You can sing so they cling, they know thay going to bring
Money with your rhyme but you're def dumb and
Don't waste time nigger, sign that dotted

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[maestro fresh
Now in the studio, you got the flow
It matter tho, it's who you know
You think you got it bad, 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 clothes for children, you know she hit the ceiling
They for me, we'll bring you g's
But in the industry, could come instantly
I see the way make a g a day, but what a fee to pay
Throwing and showing t and a
You're taking a blow, your ass you shake it to
Is raking the dough, but they played you and you a ho
You're a piece of meat, between the
'nuff brothers seek to you, to freak or so to speak
Your moms can't believe this, her showing cleavage
She's speachless, and says oh me sweet jesus
Exposing the punanny, to win a grammy
But that ass is flabby, you gone, word to daddy
the degradation you're facing
This information I'm raising to the queens of my
The shit can't prolong, strong
And when you sing a slow song (baby keep clothes on)
Times are hard, many hearts are
Some start to smoke, farrakhan ain't
When he said being setup
So black men and keep your head up
When you're records

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