Luyện nghe bài hát You're Only A Customer

Ha ha ha ha Roc a y'all
shit beeotch
Uh what the How we do. How we do. Uh ha

1:
Triple platnum nigga with the solid fade
All that nickle and dime shit hold no weight
5 top 5 in the Forbes (you'll see) as you
Thumb the Source I read the Ride report
C cold me down with the plastic
That's all I Ask Of You, Raphael Saadiq
At the hotel, Nico, robbin' the val
My eyes through the peep hole
I'm lovin' you down as I
Shoot through the city a rumor
Not soon enough, to stop 'em from spreadin' the
headin' read "Jay-Z breaths, 80 degrees"
the only thing to them 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
hasn't done dirt in a while
YOu know my getin' weak from livin' on the streets for real
to oversee it from suites, orderin' eats
At the top where the minds meet
That's the cream is (right) , that's where your dream is (well ain't
it?)

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

2:
A-yo my youth had a too aggressive
I use to speed excessive, both eyes
No thought
Hittin' pot holes, cop-o's will snatch weight
But your game most
Had to rethink things, is ring worth
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
got to roll

I was raised to live, Lord I pray you
If not, I just handle it 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 bullshitted
I see it to the end, my is so personal
My bleedin' out my pen, make no mistake aobut me
It's only one nigga livin', I got a half a cake 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 end of my dive
My brain ain't right from inhaling the work of my
Fuck it, 3's in ya, had to
D.C. pissy off Cristle
3 G's high Bacardy, UV's
Blesses my body, we be at the party
Play go head if you don't no the ledge
It's spittin' to God
Get it in your face fuckin' with niggas over your
Take your 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, the Rockafella logo
Accapoco to Arruba, bay breezes and caviar
little loot, a loser
In the grashish blueish, Les Coup it's the root of evil in these

(X3)