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 nigga the solid gold fade
All that nickle and dime shit don't no weight
5 top 5 in the Forbes (you'll see) as you
Thumb through the Source I read the report
C cold me down with the plastic
That's all I Ask Of You, like Raphael
At the hotel, Nico, robbin' the val
My people's eyes through the peep
I'm lovin' you freak as I
Shoot the city like a rumor
Not soon enough, to stop 'em spreadin' the news
Paper read "Jay-Z breaths, 80 degrees"
the only thing to cool them off is a 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
hasn't done dirt in a while
YOu my stomach getin' weak from livin' on the streets for real
Tryin' to oversee it from suites, orderin'
At the top where the minds meet
That's where the cream is (right) , where your dream is (well ain't
it?)

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

2:
A-yo my youth had a too aggressive
I use to speed excessive, both closed
No thought
Hittin' pot holes, cop-o's snatch your weight
But game most precious
Had to rethink things, is pinky worth
Life on the run and time 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 handle it like Jason Kidd
What you're is official (it's official)
Most cases when I"m won't 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, no mistake aobut me
It's only one livin', I got a half a cake about me
I got love, to make a nigga die is nothin'
You make a motherfucker die breathin' then you somthing, beeotch

(X3)

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

(X3)