Luyện nghe bài hát You're Only A Customer

Ha ha ha ha Roc a Fella
Futuristic shit
Uh the fuck? How we do. How we do. Uh ha

1:
Triple platnum nigga with the solid gold
All that nickle and dime shit don't hold no
Fortune 5 top 5 in the (you'll see) as you
Thumb the Source I read the Ride report
Class C cold me down the plastic
That's all I Ask Of You, like Saadiq
At the hotel, Nico, robbin' the val
My people's through the peep hole
I'm lovin' you freak as I
through the city like a rumor
Not soon enough, to stop 'em spreadin' the news
headin' read "Jay-Z breaths, 80 degrees"
the only thing to cool off is a Malibu day breeze
Can't sop for the feds, say
You know they wanna take a nigga
Pray for the day to get ya, but I'm a parlay and richer for now
Jigga hasn't done in a while
YOu know my stomach getin' weak livin' on the streets for real
to oversee it from suites, orderin' eats
At the top where the criminal minds
That's where the cream is (right) , that's where dream is (well ain't
it?)

You're only a (uh)
Walkin' in the presence of
You money all night long
"All long" - Mary J. Blige

2:
A-yo my youth had a too aggressive
I use to speed excessive, both eyes
No infested
Hittin' pot holes, cop-o's will snatch weight
But your game precious
Had to rethink things, is ring worth
Life on the run and served in Sing Sing
I don't know to tell the
If I'm pressed for doe, I got to consoul Irv y'all

Irv
got to roll

I was raised to live, Lord I you forgive
If not, I just it like Jason Kidd
you're facin' is official (it's official)
Most cases when I"m blazin' miss you (won't miss you)
Case and point mad issue
I see it to the end, my writting is so
My heart bleedin' out my pen, make no mistake me
only one nigga livin', I got a half a cake about me
I got love, to a nigga die bleedin' is nothin'
You make a motherfucker die breathin' you sayin' somthing, beeotch

(X3)

More than y'all can image havin'
Graphic like Sega, Saturn, traffic like the
It just so happens, you me at the the tail end of my dive
My brain ain't right from inhaling the of my life
Fuck it, 3's in ya, had to
D.C. pissy off Cristle
3 G's seasoned Bacardy, UV's
Blesses my body, we be at the party
Play yourself go head if you no the ledge
It's spittin' to God
Get it in your fuckin' with niggas over your head
Take time with me, shiftee
Use to make Coke like the samplin' a 950
Shit that, while I'm o a Kawasoki bike
At the light, a pike, with a bitch on the back
And flight, my life like it was directed by Hype
In 35 slow-mo, with the logo
Accapoco to Arruba, bay breezes and baluga
Very loot, a loser
In the grashish blueish, Les Coup it's the root of evil in people

(X3)