Luyện nghe bài hát Courtesy

I this one
Just let it go

Z06 'vette, gripping feeling there
Listening to Bon Jovi, rolling on a Prayer'
to the gossip, that's what'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 it competitive
chances are that if you see me throw the match
It ain't to lose the fight, it's to walk away a burning bridge
I'm from a family of alcoholics and coke
Daddy me if the ass is so fat it's a fact
That if you with your ho, matter it's still appropriate to scope at it
Living with no balance, driving drunk on co-pilot
'till I total it
I'm trying to stay afloat, but I got nobody to a rope at it
The is just a game of splits and politics with no ballot
All kind of clips with mo' than Pusha
If you profiling, it's be more violence than looking
I'm so stylish, but I ain't talking eBay, no high end fashion
If you catch me by the it's the one that's for the PJ
one is for my lyricists - courtesy of my DJ

(I can't control it, can't hold it, so nuts)
(Hustle in any hustle that you pick)
(I that)
I done had a lot of say they wanna hurt me
Somehow, some way just end up in my mercy
Just show courtesy
(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 take the cassette deck from off old boombox
And it wouldn't
It still squares on your radio to your

I to stay to yo - self
I call for Shantelle to spray a mural in Watts
Of me spray painting a mural of Watts
to Michael 5000 Watts
I'm on than movement like I'm out here tryna box
Look, nigga, this is a thing, uh
Meaning you getting the dot to your offspring
I'm a being, uh
Try to cross me falling off, I'm afraid not
I'm a frayed knot a draw string
I'm preaching to the congregation like I'm Popoff
If you can
Me hopping up out of the like I'm one of the dukes of hazard
Like fuck it, leave the top off time for foreplay
That last line that was before ya
Like Big Ben sitting in doorway
While I'm receiving Four Seasons, top in Norway
to rappers kick knowledge
That they probably got Toure'
These Michael Dyson niggas claiming they king
Not knowing the kind of that that bring
be the first 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 music awards actors rock fake as wrestling
Dressed bottom to top in leather looking like in Vaseline
How you like beef jerky, beefing in every verse
But never beefing in person? Savage
You wouldn't snap a Jim
You rip a wrapping on Christmas in Santa's attic
With the hands of Scissors, ain't you average?
Put motherfucking hands up
My job is to move the crowd, move the motherfucking
Put your motherfucking up