Luyện nghe bài hát You're Only A Customer

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

1:
Triple platnum nigga with the solid fade
All that nickle and dime shit don't no weight
5 top 5 in the Forbes (you'll see) as you
Thumb through the Source I read the Ride
Class C 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 you down freak as I
Shoot the city like a rumor
Not soon enough, to stop 'em from spreadin' the
headin' read "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 they wanna a nigga picture
for the day to get ya, but I'm a parlay and stay richer for now
Jigga hasn't done dirt in a
YOu know my stomach getin' weak from livin' on the for real
Tryin' to oversee it suites, orderin' eats
At the top where the criminal minds
That's the cream is (right) , that's where your dream is (well ain't
it?)

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

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

Irv
got to roll

I was raised to live, Lord I pray you
If not, I just it like Jason Kidd
What facin' is official (it's official)
Most cases when I"m blazin' 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, make no aobut me
It's one nigga livin', I got a half a cake about me
I got love, to make a die bleedin' is nothin'
You a motherfucker die breathin' then you sayin' somthing, beeotch

(X3)

More flavor than 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 brain ain't right from the work of my life
it, 3's in ya, had to hold
D.C. pissy off Cristle
3 G's high Bacardy, UV's
Blesses my body, we be at the party
Play yourself go head if you no the ledge
It's like to God
Get it in your fuckin' with niggas over your head
Take your time me, shiftee
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 by Hype
In 35 slow-mo, the Rockafella logo
Accapoco to Arruba, bay breezes and caviar
little loot, a loser
In the grashish blueish, Les Coup it's the root of evil in these

(X3)