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 with the solid gold fade
All that nickle and dime don't hold no weight
5 top 5 in the Forbes (you'll see) as you
Thumb through the I read the Ride report
C cold me down with the plastic
That's all I Ask Of You, like Saadiq
At the hotel, Nico, robbin' the val
My people's eyes the peep hole
I'm lovin' you 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 them off is a Malibu day breeze
sop for the feds, say cheese
You know they wanna a nigga picture
Pray for the day to get ya, but I'm a parlay and richer for now
Jigga hasn't done dirt in a
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
That's where the cream is (right) , that's where your dream is (well
it?)

You're a customer (uh)
Walkin' in the of hustlers
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 thought
pot holes, cop-o's will snatch your weight
But your most precious
Had to rethink things, is pinky ring
Life on the run and served in Sing Sing
I don't know to tell the
If I'm pressed for doe, I got to consoul Irv y'all

Irv
got to roll

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

(X3)

More flavor y'all can image havin'
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
it, 3's in ya, had to hold
D.C. high off Cristle
3 G's seasoned Bacardy, UV's
Blesses my body, we be at the party
Play go head if you don't no the ledge
It's spittin' to God
Get it in face fuckin' with niggas over your head
your time with me, shiftee
Use to make Coke stretch the samplin' a 950
with that, while I'm o a Kawasoki bike
At the light, doin' a pike, with a on the back
And take flight, my like it was directed by Hype
In 35 slow-mo, with the logo
Accapoco to Arruba, bay breezes and baluga
Very loot, a loser
In the blueish, Les Coup it's the root of evil in these people

(X3)