Luyện nghe bài hát You're Only A Customer

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

1:
Triple platnum nigga with the gold fade
All that nickle and dime shit hold 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, the val suite
My people's eyes through the peep
I'm you down freak as I
Shoot through the city a rumor
Not enough, to stop 'em from spreadin' the news
Paper read "Jay-Z breaths, 80 degrees"
the only thing to cool off is a Malibu day breeze
sop for the feds, say cheese
You know wanna take a nigga picture
Pray for the day to get ya, but I'm a and stay richer for now
Jigga hasn't done in a while
YOu know my stomach 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 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 had a nigga too aggressive
I use to excessive, both eyes closed
No thought
pot holes, cop-o's will snatch your weight
But your most precious
Had to rethink things, is ring worth
Life on the run and served in Sing Sing
I don't know to tell the
If I'm for doe, I got to consoul Irv Gotti y'all

Irv
got to roll

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

(X3)

More than y'all can image havin'
Graphic like Sega, Saturn, traffic like the
It so happens, you caught me at the the tail end of my dive
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,
my body, we be fresh at the party
Play yourself go head if you don't no the
It's like to God
Get it in face fuckin' with niggas over your head
Take your time me, shiftee
Use to make Coke stretch like the a 950
Shit with that, while I'm o a bike
At the light, doin' a pike, with a bitch on the
And flight, my life like it was directed by Hype
In 35 slow-mo, with the logo
Accapoco to Arruba, bay breezes and caviar
little loot, a loser
In the blueish, Les Coup it's the root of evil in these people

(X3)