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 nigga with the solid gold fade
All that nickle and shit don't hold no weight
5 top 5 in the Forbes (you'll see) as you
Thumb through the Source I read the Ride
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 hole
I'm lovin' you freak as I
Shoot through the city a rumor
Not enough, to stop 'em from spreadin' the news
headin' read "Jay-Z breaths, 80 degrees"
the thing to cool them off is a Malibu day breeze
sop for the feds, say cheese
You know wanna take a nigga picture
for the day to get ya, but I'm a parlay and stay richer for now
Jigga hasn't done 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 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 of hustlers
You spend all night long
"All night long" - Mary J.

2:
A-yo my youth had a too aggressive
I use to speed excessive, both closed
No infested
pot holes, cop-o's will snatch your weight
But your game precious
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 consoul Irv y'all

Irv
Heads got to

I was to live, Lord I pray you forgive
If not, I just handle it like Kidd
What facin' is official (it's official)
cases when I"m blazin' won't miss you (won't miss you)
Case and mad bullshitted issue
I see it to the end, my writting is so
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 die bleedin' is nothin'
You make a motherfucker die breathin' then you sayin' somthing,

(X3)

More flavor than can image havin'
Graphic like Sega, Saturn, like the Bodega
It just so happens, you caught me at the the end of my dive
My brain ain't from inhaling the work of my life
Fuck it, 3's in ya, had to
D.C. high off Cristle
3 G's high seasoned Bacardy,
Blesses my body, we be fresh at the
Play go head if you don't no the ledge
like spittin' to God
Get it in face fuckin' with niggas over your head
Take your time with me,
Use to Coke stretch like the samplin' a 950
Shit with that, I'm o a Kawasoki 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 logo
Accapoco to Arruba, bay and caviar baluga
Very little loot, a
In the grashish blueish, Les Coup it's the of evil in these people

(X3)