Luyện nghe bài hát You're Only A Customer

Ha ha ha ha Roc a y'all
shit 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 don't hold 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
all I Ask Of You, like Raphael Saadiq
At the hotel, Nico, robbin' the val
My people's eyes through the hole
I'm lovin' you down as I
Shoot through the city like a
Not soon enough, to stop 'em from spreadin' the
Paper read "Jay-Z breaths, 80 degrees"
the only thing to cool them off is a Malibu day
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 stay for now
hasn't done dirt in a while
YOu know my stomach getin' weak from on the streets for real
Tryin' to oversee it from suites, orderin'
At the top where the criminal minds
That's where the cream is (right) , that's your dream is (well ain't
it?)

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

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 game precious
Had to rethink things, is pinky ring
on the run and time served in Sing Sing
I know to tell the truth
If I'm pressed for doe, I got to Irv Gotti y'all

Irv
Heads got to

I was raised to live, Lord I pray you
If not, I just handle it like Kidd
What you're is official (it's official)
Most cases when I"m blazin' miss you (won't miss you)
and point mad bullshitted issue
I see it to the end, my is so personal
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 a nigga die bleedin' is nothin'
You make a die breathin' then you sayin' somthing, beeotch

(X3)

More flavor than y'all can image
Graphic like Sega, Saturn, traffic like the
It just so happens, you caught me at the the 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. high pissy off
3 G's high Bacardy, UV's
Blesses my body, we be at the party
Play yourself go head if you no the ledge
like spittin' to God
Get it in your face fuckin' niggas over your head
Take time with me, shiftee
Use to Coke stretch 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 directed by
In 35 slow-mo, the Rockafella logo
Accapoco to Arruba, bay and caviar baluga
Very loot, a loser
In the grashish blueish, Les Coup the root of evil in these people

(X3)