Luyện nghe bài hát Courtesy

I this one
let it go Preem

Z06 'vette, gripping feeling almost
Listening to Bon Jovi, rolling 'Living on a
Privy to the gossip, that's said about me constant
It's the life and times of Bumpy Johnson meets Nucky
I used to rap death, now I'm only concerned to live
I value relationships, still I keep it
Nowadays are that if you see me throw the match
It ain't to the fight, it's to walk away from a burning bridge
I'm a family of alcoholics and coke addicts
Daddy me if the ass is so fat it's a fact
That if you with your ho, don't matter still appropriate to scope at it
Living life with no balance, driving drunk on
Driving I total it
I'm trying to stay afloat, but I got nobody to throw a at it
The game is just a game of splits and politics with no
All kind of with mo' malice than Pusha
If you profiling, probably be more violence than 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
This one is for my lyricists - of my DJ

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

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

I learned to to yo - self
I call for Shantelle to spray a mural in Watts
Of me spray painting a mural of Watts
Shoutout to Michael 5000
I'm on than lean movement 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 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 hopping up out of the cabin like I'm one of the dukes of
Like fuck it, leave the top off like time for
That last line that was before ya
Like Big Ben in Beyoncé doorway
While I'm receiving Seasons, Norwegian top in Norway
Listening to rappers knowledge
That they got from 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 album gon be so and so fly
I should CD it wrapped in batwings
The Soultrain music awards actors fake as wrestling
Dressed bottom to top in leather like bacon in Vaseline
How you looking beef jerky, beefing in every verse
But never beefing in Randy Savage
You wouldn't a slim Jim
You wouldn't rip a on Christmas in Santa's attic
With the of Eddie Scissors, ain't you average?
Put motherfucking hands up
My job is to move the crowd, the motherfucking crowd
Put your motherfucking up