Luyện nghe bài hát You're Only A Customer

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

1:
Triple platnum nigga the solid gold fade
All that nickle and dime shit don't hold no
5 top 5 in the Forbes (you'll see) as you
Thumb through the Source I 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 lovin' you down as I
Shoot through the city a rumor
Not soon enough, to stop 'em spreadin' the news
headin' read "Jay-Z breaths, 80 degrees"
the only to cool them off is a Malibu day breeze
Can't sop for the feds, say
You know they take 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 my stomach getin' 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 is (right) , that's where your dream is (well ain't
it?)

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

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

Irv
got to roll

I was to live, Lord 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 miss you (won't you)
Case and point mad issue
I see it to the end, my is so personal
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 a nigga die bleedin' is nothin'
You make a motherfucker die then you sayin' somthing, beeotch

(X3)

More than y'all can image havin'
Graphic like Sega, Saturn, like the Bodega
It so happens, you caught me at the the tail 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 pissy off
3 G's seasoned Bacardy, UV's
Blesses my body, we be fresh at the
Play yourself go if you don't no the ledge
It's spittin' to God
Get it in face fuckin' with niggas over your head
Take time with me, shiftee
Use to make stretch like the samplin' a 950
Shit with that, while I'm o a Kawasoki
At the light, a pike, with a bitch on the back
And take flight, my life it was directed by Hype
In 35 slow-mo, with the logo
Accapoco to Arruba, bay breezes and baluga
Very little loot, a
In the blueish, Les Coup it's the root of evil in these people

(X3)