Luyện nghe bài hát Courtesy

I this one
let it go Preem

Z06 'vette, gripping almost there
to Bon Jovi, rolling 'Living on a Prayer'
Privy to the gossip, that's what's said about me
It's the life and times of Bumpy Johnson Nucky Thompson
I used to rap about death, now I'm only to live
I value relationships, I keep it competitive
chances are that if you see me throw the match
It to lose the fight, it's to walk away from a burning bridge
I'm from a of alcoholics and coke addicts
Daddy taught me if the ass is so fat a fact
That if you with your ho, don't matter it's appropriate to scope at it
Living life with no balance, driving drunk on
Driving 'till I it
I'm to stay 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 clips with mo' malice Pusha
If you profiling, it's probably be violence than looking
I'm so stylish, but I ain't talking eBay, no high end either
If you catch me by the runway the one that's for the PJ
one is for my lyricists - courtesy of my DJ

(I can't control it, can't hold it, 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 some courtesy
(Hell yeah, nigga you know, niggas got it)
(Believe shit)

I got killas 'round the way ready to move that for me
Niggas ride my wave, bitches wanna surfboard me
All I want is courtesy, who cares about the
And you can take the deck from off your old boombox
And it matter
It still squares on your to keep your

I learned to to yo - self
I call for Shantelle to spray a mural in Watts
Of me painting a mural of Miracle Watts
to Michael 5000 Watts
I'm on than lean movement like I'm out tryna box
Look, nigga, is a boss thing, uh
Meaning you the laze dot to your offspring
I'm a being, uh
Try to cross me falling off, I'm afraid not
I'm a knot like a draw string
I'm preaching to the congregation like I'm Peter
If you can
Me hopping up out of the cabin like I'm one of the dukes of
Like fuck it, leave the top off like for foreplay
That last line was before ya time
Like Big Ben in Beyoncé doorway
While I'm Four Seasons, Norwegian top in Norway
Listening to kick knowledge
they probably got from Toure'
These Michael Eric Dyson niggas claiming they
Not knowing the kind of that that bring
be the first established rapper to hop in that battle rap ring Turn that to gatling
My next album gon be so and so fly
I CD package it wrapped in batwings
The music awards actors rock fake as wrestling
Dressed bottom to top in leather looking like bacon in
How you looking like beef jerky, beefing in verse
But never beefing in person? Savage
You snap a slim Jim
You wouldn't rip a on Christmas in Santa's attic
With the hands of Eddie Scissors, you average?
Put your motherfucking up
My job is to move the crowd, move the motherfucking
Put your hands up