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 nigga with the solid fade
All nickle and dime shit don't hold no weight
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, like Saadiq
At the hotel, Nico, the val suite
My people's eyes the peep hole
I'm lovin' you down 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 only thing to them off is a Malibu day breeze
sop for the feds, say cheese
You know they wanna take a nigga
Pray for the day to get ya, but I'm a parlay and stay for now
hasn't done dirt in a while
YOu know my stomach weak from livin' on the streets for real
Tryin' to oversee it from suites, 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 a customer (uh)
Walkin' in the of hustlers
You spend all night long
"All night long" - Mary J.

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

Irv
got to roll

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

(X3)

More flavor y'all can image havin'
Graphic Sega, Saturn, traffic like the Bodega
It just so happens, you caught me at the the end of my dive
My brain right from inhaling the work of my life
Fuck it, 3's in ya, had to
D.C. high off Cristle
3 G's high Bacardy, UV's
my body, we be fresh at the party
Play go head if you don't no the ledge
It's spittin' to God
Get it in your face fuckin' with niggas your head
Take time with me, shiftee
Use to make Coke like the samplin' a 950
with that, while I'm o a Kawasoki bike
At the light, a pike, with a bitch on the back
And take flight, my life like it was by Hype
In 35 slow-mo, with the Rockafella
Accapoco to Arruba, bay and caviar baluga
little loot, a loser
In the grashish blueish, Les Coup it's the root of in these people

(X3)