Luyện nghe bài hát Courtesy

I like one
let it go Preem

Z06 'vette, feeling almost there
Listening to Bon Jovi, rolling 'Living on a
Privy to the gossip, what's said about me constant
It's the life and times of Bumpy Johnson meets Thompson
I used to rap about death, now I'm only concerned to
I value relationships, still I keep it
Nowadays are that if you see me throw the match
It ain't to lose the fight, it's to away from a burning bridge
I'm from a family of alcoholics and coke
Daddy taught me if the ass is so fat a fact
That if you with your ho, don't matter it's still appropriate to at it
Living life with no balance, driving on co-pilot
Driving I total it
I'm trying to stay afloat, but I got to throw a rope at it
The game is just a game of and politics with no ballot
All of clips with mo' malice than Pusha
If you profiling, it's probably be more violence than
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, hold it, it's so nuts)
(Hustle in any hustle 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 courtesy
(Hell yeah, nigga you know, niggas got it)
(Believe shit)

I got 'round the way ready to move that work for me
Niggas ride my wave, bitches wanna surfboard me
All I want is courtesy, who about the radio?
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 stay to yo -
I call for Shantelle to spray paint a in Watts
Of me spray painting a mural of Miracle
Shoutout to 5000 Watts
I'm on than movement like I'm out here tryna box
Look, nigga, this is a thing, uh
you getting the laze dot to your offspring
I'm a being, uh
Try to cross me without off, I'm afraid not
I'm a frayed knot like a draw
I'm preaching to the congregation like I'm Popoff
If you can
Me up out of the cabin like I'm one of the dukes of hazard
Like it, leave the top off like time for foreplay
That last line that was before ya
Like Big Ben sitting in Beyoncé
I'm receiving Four Seasons, Norwegian top in Norway
Listening to kick knowledge
That they probably got Toure'
These Michael Eric niggas claiming they king
Not knowing the kind of drama that bring
Imma be the first established rapper to hop in that battle rap ring Turn to gatling
My next album gon be so and so fly
I should CD package it wrapped in
The Soultrain music actors rock fake as wrestling
Dressed bottom to top in leather looking like in Vaseline
How you looking like jerky, beefing in every verse
But beefing in person? Randy Savage
You wouldn't snap a Jim
You wouldn't rip a wrapping on Christmas in attic
With the hands of Eddie Scissors, ain't you
Put your motherfucking up
My job is to move the crowd, move the crowd
Put your motherfucking up