Luyện nghe bài hát Courtesy

I this one
Just let it go

Z06 'vette, gripping almost there
Listening to Bon Jovi, rolling on a Prayer'
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 about death, now I'm only to live
I relationships, still I keep it competitive
Nowadays chances are that if you see me throw the
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 it's a
if you with your ho, don't matter it's still appropriate to scope at it
Living life no balance, driving drunk on co-pilot
'till I total it
I'm trying to stay afloat, but I got to throw a rope at it
The game is just a game of splits and politics with no
All kind of clips with mo' malice Pusha
If you profiling, it's probably be violence than looking
I'm so stylish, but I ain't eBay, no high end fashion either
If you catch me by the runway the one that's for the PJ
This one is for my - courtesy of my DJ

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

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

I learned to stay to yo -
I for Shantelle to spray paint a mural in Watts
Of me spray painting a mural of Miracle
Shoutout to 5000 Watts
I'm on than lean movement like I'm out tryna box
Look, nigga, is a boss thing, uh
you getting the laze dot to your offspring
I'm a being, uh
Try to cross me falling off, I'm afraid not
I'm a frayed knot like a string
I'm preaching to the 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 for foreplay
That last line that was ya time
Like Big Ben sitting in Beyoncé
I'm receiving Four Seasons, Norwegian top in Norway
Listening to rappers kick
they probably got from Toure'
These Michael Eric niggas claiming they king
Not the kind of drama that that bring
Imma be the first established rapper to hop in that battle rap ring Turn to gatling
My album gon be so dark and so fly
I CD package it wrapped in batwings
The music awards actors rock fake as wrestling
Dressed bottom to top in looking like bacon in Vaseline
How you looking like beef jerky, beefing in every
But never in person? Randy Savage
You snap a slim Jim
You wouldn't rip a on Christmas in Santa's attic
With the hands of Scissors, ain't you average?
Put your motherfucking up
My job is to move the crowd, move the motherfucking
Put your hands up