Luyện nghe bài hát Courtesy

I like one
let it go Preem

Z06 'vette, gripping feeling there
Listening to Bon Jovi, rolling on a Prayer'
Privy to the gossip, that's what's said about me
It's the and times of Bumpy Johnson meets Nucky Thompson
I used to rap about death, now I'm concerned to live
I value relationships, still I keep it
Nowadays chances are that if you see me throw the
It ain't to lose the fight, it's to walk away from a burning
I'm from a family of alcoholics and addicts
Daddy me if the ass is so fat it's a fact
That if you with your ho, don't it's still appropriate to scope at it
Living life no balance, driving drunk on co-pilot
Driving I total it
I'm trying to stay afloat, but I got nobody to a rope at it
The game is just a of splits and politics with no ballot
All kind of clips with mo' than Pusha
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 catch me by the runway it's the one for the PJ
one is for my lyricists - courtesy of my DJ

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

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

I learned to to yo - self
I for Shantelle to spray paint a mural in Watts
Of me spray painting a mural of Miracle
to Michael 5000 Watts
I'm on than lean movement like I'm out tryna box
Look, nigga, is a boss thing, uh
Meaning you getting the dot to your offspring
I'm a being, uh
Try to cross me without off, I'm afraid 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
fuck it, leave the top off like time for foreplay
That last line that was before ya
Like Big Ben sitting in doorway
While I'm receiving Four Seasons, Norwegian top in
to rappers kick knowledge
That they got from Toure'
These Michael Eric 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 package it wrapped in
The Soultrain awards actors rock fake as wrestling
bottom to top in leather looking like bacon in Vaseline
How you looking beef jerky, beefing in every verse
But never beefing in Randy Savage
You snap a slim Jim
You wouldn't rip a on Christmas in Santa's attic
With the hands of Eddie Scissors, you average?
Put your hands up
My job is to the crowd, move the motherfucking crowd
Put your hands up