Luyện nghe bài hát You're Only A Customer

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

1:
Triple platnum with the solid gold fade
All nickle and dime shit don't hold no weight
Fortune 5 top 5 in the (you'll see) as you
Thumb through the Source I read the Ride
Class C cold me down with the
all I Ask Of You, like Raphael Saadiq
At the hotel, Nico, the val suite
My people's eyes through the hole
I'm lovin' you down as I
through the city like a rumor
Not soon enough, to stop 'em from the news
Paper 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 they wanna take a nigga picture
Pray for the day to get ya, but I'm a parlay and richer for now
Jigga hasn't done dirt in a
YOu know my stomach getin' weak from livin' on the for real
Tryin' to it from suites, orderin' eats
At the top where the criminal meet
That's where the cream is (right) , where your dream is (well ain't
it?)

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

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

Irv
Heads got to

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

(X3)

More flavor y'all can image havin'
Graphic like Sega, Saturn, traffic the Bodega
It just so happens, you caught me at the the tail end of my
My brain right from inhaling the work of my life
it, 3's in ya, had to hold
D.C. high pissy off
3 G's high seasoned Bacardy,
my body, we be fresh at the party
Play yourself go head if you no the ledge
like spittin' to God
Get it in your face fuckin' with niggas your head
Take time with me, shiftee
Use to make Coke stretch the samplin' a 950
Shit with that, while I'm o a Kawasoki
At the light, doin' a pike, with a on the back
And take flight, my life like it was by Hype
In 35 slow-mo, with the logo
to Arruba, bay breezes and caviar baluga
Very little loot, a
In the grashish blueish, Les it's the root of evil in these people

(X3)