Luyện nghe bài hát Courtesy

I this one
Just let it go

Z06 'vette, gripping feeling almost
Listening to Bon Jovi, 'Living on a Prayer'
to the gossip, that's 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, I keep it competitive
Nowadays chances are that if you see me the match
It ain't to lose the fight, it's to walk from a burning bridge
I'm a family of alcoholics and coke addicts
Daddy taught me if the ass is so fat a fact
That if you your ho, don't matter it's still appropriate to scope at it
Living with no balance, driving drunk on co-pilot
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 with no ballot
All kind of clips with mo' malice than
If you profiling, it's probably be 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, hold it, it's so nuts)
(Hustle hard in any that you pick)
(I that)
I done had a lot of niggas say they hurt me
Somehow, some way just end up in my mercy
show some courtesy
(Hell yeah, nigga you know, niggas got it)
(Believe shit)

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

I learned to stay to yo -
I call for Shantelle to spray paint a in Watts
Of me spray painting a of Miracle Watts
Shoutout to 5000 Watts
I'm on lean movement like I'm out here tryna box
Look, nigga, is a boss 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 frayed knot a draw string
I'm preaching to the congregation I'm Peter Popoff
If you can
Me hopping up out of the cabin I'm one of the dukes of hazard
Like it, leave the top off like time for foreplay
last line that was before ya time
Like Big Ben sitting in Beyoncé
While I'm Four Seasons, Norwegian top in Norway
Listening to rappers knowledge
That probably got from Toure'
These Michael Dyson niggas claiming they king
Not knowing the of drama that that bring
be the first established 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 wrapped in
The Soultrain awards actors rock fake as wrestling
Dressed bottom to top in leather looking bacon in Vaseline
How you looking beef jerky, beefing in every verse
But never beefing in person? Savage
You snap a slim Jim
You wouldn't rip a wrapping on in Santa's attic
the hands of Eddie Scissors, ain't you average?
Put your motherfucking up
My job is to move the crowd, the motherfucking crowd
Put your hands up