Luyện nghe bài hát You're Only A Customer

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

1:
Triple platnum with the solid gold fade
All that nickle and dime shit don't hold no
Fortune 5 top 5 in the (you'll see) as you
through 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, the val suite
My people's through the peep hole
I'm lovin' you freak as I
Shoot the city like a rumor
Not soon enough, to 'em from spreadin' the news
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 know they wanna a nigga picture
Pray for the day to get ya, but I'm a and stay richer for now
Jigga done dirt in a while
YOu know my stomach getin' weak from livin' on the streets for
Tryin' to oversee it suites, orderin' eats
At the top where the minds meet
where the cream is (right) , that's where your dream is (well ain't
it?)

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

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

Irv
got to roll

I was raised to live, I pray you forgive
If not, I just handle it like Jason
What you're is official (it's official)
cases 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 a cake about me
I got love, to make a die bleedin' is nothin'
You make a die breathin' then you sayin' somthing, beeotch

(X3)

More flavor than y'all can image
Graphic like Sega, Saturn, traffic the Bodega
It just so happens, you caught me at the the tail end of my
My ain't 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 seasoned Bacardy,
Blesses my body, we be fresh at the
yourself go head if you don't no the ledge
It's like to God
Get it in your face with niggas over your head
your time with me, shiftee
Use to make stretch like the samplin' a 950
Shit with that, while I'm o a Kawasoki
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, with the logo
to Arruba, bay breezes and caviar baluga
Very loot, a loser
In the grashish blueish, Les Coup it's the root of evil in these

(X3)