Luyện nghe bài hát Courtesy

I like one
Just let it go

Z06 'vette, gripping feeling almost
to Bon Jovi, rolling 'Living on a Prayer'
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 to live
I relationships, still I keep it competitive
Nowadays chances are if you see me throw the match
It ain't to the fight, it's to walk away 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 your ho, don't matter it's still to scope at it
Living life with no balance, driving on co-pilot
'till I total it
I'm to stay afloat, but I got nobody to throw a rope at it
The game is just a game of splits and politics 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 ain't talking eBay, no end fashion either
If you catch me by the runway the one that's for the PJ
This one is for my lyricists - 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 say they wanna hurt me
Somehow, some way they just end up in my
Just show courtesy
(Hell yeah, nigga you know, still got it)
(Believe shit)

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

I learned to to yo - self
I for Shantelle to spray paint a mural in Watts
Of me spray painting a mural of Watts
Shoutout to Michael Watts
I'm on than lean like I'm out here tryna box
Look, nigga, this is a thing, uh
Meaning you getting the laze dot to your
I'm a being, uh
Try to cross me without falling off, I'm 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 time for
last line that was before ya time
Like Big Ben in Beyoncé doorway
I'm receiving Four Seasons, Norwegian top in Norway
Listening to rappers kick
That they got from 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 rap ring Turn that to gatling
My album 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 like bacon in Vaseline
How you looking like beef jerky, beefing in verse
But never beefing in person? Savage
You wouldn't snap a Jim
You wouldn't rip a wrapping on 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 hands up