Luyện nghe bài hát Cuurtis

1:
The truck or the
Cam be stuffed in some
ain't a label Curtis, I'm freaking with family
See my squad done waited right behind them that's gated
Hopped out the bastard, reincarnated
Yep, so have a seat, gon' be a masterpiece
I have to beef, he look a gorilla, with rabbit teeth
Bugs Monkey, act hard wit' a god that mack broads
video ain't Queens, it's your backyard
Cuurtis, what's wit' ya head bad
Ya dead mad, but dag that, security with red
You bangin' 5, rocks and signs my way
Fine play, I it nuetral, but my family's 9-Trey
Soo-Woo, my A.R. lights that stay to fight from day to
I smack the Lightey brothers, Dave and Mike
Huh, me hoe, you can't G me though
Jimmy the president, he the CEO
Zeke is the president, it's evident, cock and spray
Santana underboss, I sign off Dr. Dre
I fuck with Zo too, waddup, Sa Pa Se
the cocoa macok, tessozo, rock away
I extended the clip, never be friends you pricks
Shout to a real dude, ya know, Kenneth McGriff
He ran from police, you run police
You from Southside
You 'bout to get mouth wide

Cuurtis, uh, it DJ
Cuurtis, you 50, 50 Cent's from BK
Cuurtis, yep, he deserve to be
Cuurtis, damn, some courtesy Curtis
(Repeat)

2:
Ay yo, check the tale, girls break neck and nails
Just for me to sex they tail, but let's talk record
Juelz, 800, Jim, 400
I cop more cribs, cars, got more blunted
Yeah I rocked the Roc so it doc, you copper top
My niggaz, watch 'em ball, your dudes, I 'em flop
Yep, so beware, dog I'm tryna be
Banks bricked, Mobb bricked, Buck been out for three years
be fair, I hop up off a sweet Lear
Right to Lennox, ain't no sand, but I'm on my chair
Visa knottail, and dog we not
You don'r club in New York, you party out in
I be clowned, beef dog, how dare we now
And how you livin', you in Tyson's hand-me-down
Plus you be found, I'll have you taped, gagged, and bound
Ask around, I never liked the circus, so I clap a

Ay yo man, for all the shout-outs
For my dudes who keep shoutin', I it baby
my brothers
I hear you say Banks name in a minute
Talkin' 'bout a graveyard, you just signed off for Prodigy to go there
Ay yo P, he a sucker, get away from dude B
You ain't got no swag with buck
You know how ya got no swag
Whoever let you sign off on G-Unit tanktops
Is stupid just yo' dumb ass
Them is brazier
Whoever that outside was a homo, gay ass nigga
Ay yo calling my probation officer too
Why you 'bout my probation
You tryna get me up Curtis
Ay yo Curtis you really tryna get me up
You said about my probation on your song
Next thing you know my probation officer called me today, said need to see me
Ay yo if I go to jail, Curtis put me in
crazy, how I gotta report to probation next Thursday
I ain't supposed to report for three
I gotta go Thursday and he my probation
Ay yo, lemme get off mic now cuz I know how you get down
Rat ass nigga, true story, that's not even a joke, I'm dead serious