Luyện nghe bài hát You're Only A Customer

Ha ha ha ha Roc a Fella
Futuristic beeotch
Uh the fuck? 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
5 top 5 in the Forbes (you'll see) as you
Thumb through the I read the Ride report
Class C 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 hole
I'm lovin' you down as I
Shoot through the city like a
Not soon enough, to stop 'em from the news
Paper headin' "Jay-Z breaths, 80 degrees"
the only thing to cool them off is a day breeze
sop for the feds, say cheese
You they wanna take a nigga picture
Pray for the day to get ya, but I'm a parlay and stay for now
Jigga hasn't done dirt in a
YOu know my getin' weak from livin' on the streets for real
to oversee it from suites, orderin' eats
At the top where the criminal minds
That's the cream is (right) , that's where your dream is (well ain't
it?)

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

2:
A-yo my youth had a too aggressive
I use to excessive, both eyes closed
No infested
Hittin' pot holes, cop-o's will snatch weight
But game most precious
Had to rethink things, is pinky ring
on the run and time 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 handle it like Jason Kidd
you're facin' 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, 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 is nothin'
You make a motherfucker die breathin' you sayin' somthing, beeotch

(X3)

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

(X3)