Luyện nghe bài hát You're Only A Customer

Ha ha ha ha Roc a y'all
Futuristic beeotch
Uh the fuck? How we do. How we do. Uh ha

1:
Triple platnum nigga the solid gold fade
All that nickle and dime shit don't hold no
5 top 5 in the Forbes (you'll see) as you
Thumb through the Source I the Ride report
Class C cold me down the plastic
That's all I Ask Of You, Raphael Saadiq
At the hotel, Nico, the val suite
My people's eyes through the peep
I'm lovin' you down as I
Shoot the city like a rumor
Not soon enough, to 'em from spreadin' the news
Paper headin' "Jay-Z breaths, 80 degrees"
the only thing to cool off is a Malibu day breeze
Can't sop for the feds, say
You know wanna take 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 getin' weak from livin' on the streets for real
Tryin' to it from suites, orderin' eats
At the top the criminal minds meet
That's where the cream is (right) , that's your dream is (well ain't
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 had a nigga too aggressive
I use to speed excessive, both eyes
No thought
Hittin' pot holes, cop-o's will your weight
But game most precious
Had to rethink things, is ring worth
on the run and time served in Sing Sing
I know to tell the truth
If I'm pressed for doe, I got to Irv Gotti y'all

Irv
Heads got to

I was raised to live, Lord I pray you
If not, I just it like Jason Kidd
What you're is official (it's official)
Most cases I"m blazin' won't miss you (won't miss you)
and point mad bullshitted issue
I see it to the end, my writting is so
My heart out my pen, make no mistake aobut me
only 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' then you somthing, beeotch

(X3)

More flavor than can image havin'
Graphic Sega, Saturn, traffic like 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 Bacardy, UV's
Blesses my body, we be at the party
Play yourself go head if you don't no the
It's spittin' to God
Get it in your face fuckin' with niggas over your
Take time with 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 on the back
And take flight, my life like it was directed by
In 35 slow-mo, with the Rockafella
Accapoco to Arruba, bay breezes and caviar
Very loot, a loser
In the blueish, Les Coup it's the root of evil in these people

(X3)