Luyện nghe bài hát You're Only A Customer

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

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

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

2:
A-yo my youth had a too aggressive
I use to excessive, both eyes closed
No infested
pot holes, cop-o's will snatch your weight
But your game most
Had to rethink things, is pinky ring
Life on the run and time served in Sing
I know to tell the truth
If I'm for doe, I got to consoul Irv Gotti y'all

Irv
got to roll

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

(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 from inhaling the work of my life
it, 3's in ya, had to hold
D.C. pissy off Cristle
3 G's high seasoned Bacardy,
Blesses my body, we be fresh at the
Play yourself go if you don't no the ledge
It's spittin' to God
Get it in your face fuckin' with niggas your head
your time with me, shiftee
Use to make Coke stretch the samplin' a 950
Shit that, while I'm o a Kawasoki bike
At the light, doin' a pike, a bitch on the back
And take flight, my like it was directed by Hype
In 35 slow-mo, the Rockafella logo
Accapoco to Arruba, bay breezes and caviar
Very little loot, a
In the grashish blueish, Les Coup the root of evil in these people

(X3)