Luyện nghe bài hát Courtesy

I like one
let it go Preem

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

(I control it, can't hold it, it's so nuts)
(Hustle hard in any hustle you pick)
(I that)
I had a lot of niggas say they 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 killas 'round the way ready to move work for me
Niggas ride my wave, bitches wanna surfboard me
All I want is courtesy, who cares the radio?
And you can take the cassette deck from off your old
And it matter
It squares on your radio 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
Shoutout to 5000 Watts
I'm on than lean like I'm out here 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 to the congregation like I'm Peter Popoff
If you can
Me up out of the cabin like I'm one of the dukes of hazard
Like fuck it, leave the top off like for foreplay
That last that was before ya time
Like Big Ben sitting in Beyoncé
While I'm receiving Four Seasons, top in Norway
Listening to rappers kick
That probably got from Toure'
These Michael Eric niggas claiming they king
Not knowing the of drama that that bring
Imma be the first 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 in batwings
The Soultrain music awards actors fake as wrestling
Dressed bottom to top in leather looking like in Vaseline
How you looking like beef jerky, beefing in verse
But never beefing in person? Savage
You wouldn't a slim Jim
You wouldn't rip a wrapping on Christmas in Santa's
With the hands of Scissors, ain't you average?
Put your motherfucking up
My job is to move the crowd, move the motherfucking
Put motherfucking hands up