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 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 the Source I read the Ride report
C cold me down with the plastic
That's all I Ask Of You, like Raphael
At the hotel, Nico, robbin' the val
My people's eyes the peep hole
I'm you down freak as I
Shoot through the city a rumor
Not soon enough, to stop 'em from spreadin' the
Paper read "Jay-Z breaths, 80 degrees"
the only to cool them off is a Malibu day breeze
sop for the feds, say cheese
You know they take a nigga picture
Pray for the day to get ya, but I'm a and stay richer for now
Jigga hasn't dirt in a while
YOu my stomach getin' weak from livin' on the streets for real
Tryin' to it from suites, orderin' eats
At the top where the criminal 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 night
"All night long" - J. Blige

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

Irv
Heads got to

I was raised to live, I pray you forgive
If not, I just handle it Jason Kidd
What you're is official (it's official)
Most cases when I"m blazin' won't you (won't miss you)
Case and point mad bullshitted
I see it to the end, my writting is so
My heart out my pen, make no mistake aobut me
It's only one nigga livin', I got a half a 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 than can image havin'
Graphic like Sega, Saturn, like the Bodega
It just so happens, you caught me at the the tail end of my
My brain right from inhaling the work of my life
it, 3's in ya, had to hold
D.C. high pissy off
3 G's high Bacardy, UV's
my body, we be fresh at the party
Play yourself go if you don't no the ledge
like spittin' to God
Get it in your fuckin' with niggas over your head
Take your time with me,
Use to make stretch like the samplin' a 950
Shit with that, while I'm o a bike
At the light, a pike, with a bitch 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
little loot, a loser
In the grashish blueish, Les it's the root of evil in these people

(X3)