Luyện nghe bài hát You're Only A Customer

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

1:
Triple nigga with the solid gold fade
All that nickle and dime don't hold no weight
Fortune 5 top 5 in the (you'll see) as you
Thumb the Source I read the Ride report
Class C cold me down 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 you down freak as I
Shoot through the like a rumor
Not soon enough, to 'em from spreadin' the news
Paper headin' "Jay-Z breaths, 80 degrees"
the only to cool them off is a Malibu day breeze
Can't sop for the feds, say
You know they wanna a nigga picture
Pray for the day to get ya, but I'm a parlay and richer for now
Jigga done dirt in a while
YOu know my stomach getin' from livin' on the streets for real
Tryin' to oversee it from suites, eats
At the top where the criminal meet
That's where the cream is (right) , that's where your dream is (well
it?)

You're only a (uh)
Walkin' in the of hustlers
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 eyes
No infested
Hittin' pot holes, cop-o's will your weight
But game most precious
Had to things, is pinky ring worth
Life on the run and time served in Sing
I don't know to the truth
If I'm for doe, I got to consoul Irv Gotti y'all

Irv
Heads got to

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

(X3)

More flavor y'all can image havin'
Graphic Sega, Saturn, traffic like the Bodega
It just so happens, you me at the the tail end of my dive
My brain right from inhaling the work of my life
Fuck it, 3's in ya, had to
D.C. high pissy off
3 G's high 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 niggas over your
Take your time with me,
Use to make stretch like 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 Coup it's the root of evil in people

(X3)