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 gold
All that and dime shit don't hold no weight
Fortune 5 top 5 in the (you'll see) as you
Thumb the Source I read the Ride report
Class C cold me down the plastic
That's all I Ask Of You, like Saadiq
At the hotel, Nico, robbin' the val
My people's eyes through the peep
I'm you down freak as I
Shoot the city like a rumor
Not soon enough, to stop 'em from spreadin' the
Paper 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 take 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 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 cream is (right) , that's your dream is (well ain't
it?)

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

2:
A-yo my youth had a 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 rethink things, is pinky ring
Life on the run and time served in Sing
I don't know to tell the
If I'm for doe, I got to consoul Irv Gotti y'all

Irv
got to roll

I was raised to live, I pray you forgive
If not, I handle it like Jason Kidd
What you're is official (it's official)
Most cases when I"m won't miss you (won't miss 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
It's only one nigga livin', I got a half a cake me
I got love, to make a nigga die is nothin'
You make a die breathin' then you sayin' somthing, beeotch

(X3)

More flavor than y'all can image
Graphic like Sega, Saturn, like the Bodega
It just so happens, you caught me at the the tail end of my
My ain't 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 head if you no the ledge
It's spittin' to God
Get it in your face fuckin' with over your head
Take your time me, shiftee
Use to make Coke like the samplin' a 950
Shit that, while I'm o a Kawasoki bike
At the light, doin' a pike, with a on the back
And flight, my life like it was directed by Hype
In 35 slow-mo, with the Rockafella
Accapoco to Arruba, bay breezes and baluga
little loot, a loser
In the grashish blueish, Les Coup the root of evil in these people

(X3)