Luyện nghe bài hát Courtesy

I like one
let it go Preem

Z06 'vette, gripping almost there
Listening to Bon Jovi, 'Living on a Prayer'
Privy to the gossip, what's said about me constant
It's the life and times of Bumpy Johnson meets Nucky
I to rap about death, now I'm only concerned to live
I relationships, still I keep it competitive
Nowadays chances are if you see me throw the match
It ain't to lose the fight, it's to walk from a burning bridge
I'm from a family of and coke addicts
Daddy me if the ass is so fat it's a fact
That if you with ho, don't matter it's still appropriate to scope at it
life with no balance, driving drunk on co-pilot
Driving I total it
I'm trying to afloat, but I got nobody to throw a rope at it
The game is just a game of and politics with no ballot
All kind of with mo' malice than Pusha
If you profiling, it's be more violence than looking
I'm so stylish, but I ain't eBay, no high end fashion either
If you catch me by the it's the one that's for the PJ
This one is for my lyricists - of my DJ

(I can't control it, hold it, it's so nuts)
(Hustle hard in any that you pick)
(I that)
I done had a lot of niggas say wanna hurt me
Somehow, some way just end up in my mercy
Just show some
(Hell yeah, nigga you know, still got it)
(Believe shit)

I got 'round the way ready to move that work for me
Niggas wanna ride my wave, bitches wanna me
All I want is courtesy, who about the radio?
And you can take the cassette deck from off your old
And it wouldn't
It still squares on your radio to keep

I learned to to yo - self
I call for Shantelle to paint a mural in Watts
Of me spray painting a mural of Miracle
Shoutout to Michael 5000
I'm on than movement like I'm out here tryna box
Look, nigga, this is a thing, uh
Meaning you getting the laze dot to offspring
I'm a being, uh
Try to me without falling off, I'm afraid not
I'm a frayed like a draw string
I'm preaching to the congregation I'm Peter Popoff
If you can
Me hopping up out of the like I'm one of the dukes of hazard
Like fuck it, leave the top off time for foreplay
That last line that was before ya
Like Big Ben sitting in doorway
While I'm receiving Seasons, Norwegian top in Norway
to rappers kick knowledge
That they probably got Toure'
These Michael Eric Dyson niggas they king
Not knowing the of drama that that bring
Imma be the established rapper to hop in that battle rap ring Turn that to gatling
My next gon be so dark and so fly
I should CD package it wrapped in
The Soultrain awards actors rock fake as wrestling
Dressed bottom to top in looking like bacon in Vaseline
How you looking beef jerky, beefing in every verse
But never beefing in person? Savage
You wouldn't snap a Jim
You wouldn't rip a wrapping on in Santa's attic
the hands of Eddie Scissors, ain't you average?
Put your hands up
My job is to move the crowd, the motherfucking crowd
Put motherfucking hands up