Luyện nghe bài hát You're Only A Customer

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

1:
Triple platnum 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
through the Source I read the Ride report
Class C me down with the plastic
That's all I Ask Of You, like Raphael
At the hotel, Nico, robbin' the val
My eyes through the peep hole
I'm lovin' you down as I
Shoot the city like a rumor
Not soon enough, to stop 'em from the news
Paper headin' "Jay-Z breaths, 80 degrees"
the thing to cool them off is a Malibu day breeze
Can't sop for the feds, say
You know they wanna take a nigga
for the day to get ya, but I'm a parlay and stay richer for now
Jigga hasn't done in a while
YOu know my stomach weak from livin' on the streets for real
Tryin' to oversee it suites, orderin' eats
At the top where the criminal meet
That's where the cream is (right) , where your dream is (well ain't
it?)

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

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

Irv
got to roll

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

(X3)

More flavor than y'all can image
like Sega, Saturn, traffic like the Bodega
It just so happens, you caught me at the the end of my dive
My ain't right from inhaling the work of my life
it, 3's in ya, had to hold
D.C. high off Cristle
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 your face with niggas over your head
Take your time me, shiftee
Use to make stretch like the samplin' a 950
Shit with that, I'm o a Kawasoki bike
At the light, doin' a pike, with a bitch on the
And take flight, my 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 it's the root of evil in these people

(X3)