Luyện nghe bài hát You're Only A Customer

Ha ha ha ha Roc a y'all
Futuristic beeotch
Uh the fuck? How we do. How we do. Uh ha

1:
Triple nigga with the solid gold fade
All that nickle and dime shit don't 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 with the
That's all I Ask Of You, like Raphael
At the hotel, Nico, the val suite
My people's eyes the peep hole
I'm lovin' you down as I
Shoot through the like a rumor
Not soon enough, to stop 'em from the news
Paper headin' "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 picture
for the day to get ya, but I'm a parlay and stay richer for now
Jigga done dirt in a while
YOu know my getin' weak from livin' on the streets for real
Tryin' to oversee it suites, orderin' eats
At the top where the criminal minds
That's where the cream is (right) , that's where your is (well ain't
it?)

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

2:
A-yo my youth had a nigga too
I use to speed excessive, both eyes
No thought
Hittin' pot holes, cop-o's will snatch weight
But your game most
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 consoul Irv Gotti

Irv
Heads got to

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

(X3)

More than y'all can image havin'
Graphic like Sega, Saturn, traffic like the
It just so happens, you caught me at the the tail end of my
My brain ain't right from the work of my life
Fuck it, 3's in ya, had to
D.C. high pissy off
3 G's high seasoned Bacardy,
Blesses my body, we be fresh at the
Play yourself go head if you don't no the
It's spittin' to God
Get it in your fuckin' with niggas over your head
Take time with me, shiftee
Use to make Coke stretch like the a 950
with that, while I'm o a Kawasoki bike
At the light, doin' a pike, with a bitch on the
And flight, my life like it was directed by Hype
In 35 slow-mo, with the Rockafella
to Arruba, bay breezes and caviar baluga
Very little loot, a
In the grashish blueish, Les Coup it's the root of evil in these

(X3)