Luyện nghe bài hát Cuurtis

1:
The truck or the
Cam be in some candy
This ain't a label Curtis, I'm freaking family
See my squad done waited right behind them bars that's
Hopped out the casket bastard,
Yep, so have a seat, this be a masterpiece
I to beef, he look like a gorilla, with rabbit teeth
Bugs Monkey, act hard a crack god that mack broads
That video ain't Queens, it's backyard
Cuurtis, what's messing wit' ya bad
Ya dead mad, but dag that, with red flags
You bangin' 5, rocks and signs my way
Fine play, I keep it nuetral, but my family's
Soo-Woo, my A.R. that stay to fight from day to night
When I the Lightey brothers, Dave and Mike
Huh, believe me hoe, you G me though
Jimmy the president, he the CEO
Zeke is the president, it's evident, he'll and spray
Santana underboss, I sign off Dr. Dre
I fuck Zo Pound too, waddup, Sa Pa Se
Grab the 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 with
You ain't Southside
You 'bout to get mouth wide

Cuurtis, uh, it DJ
Cuurtis, you ain't 50, 50 Cent's BK
Cuurtis, yep, he deserve to be
Cuurtis, damn, show some Curtis
(Repeat)

2:
Ay yo, check the tale, girls break neck and nails
Just for me to sex they tail, but let's talk sales
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, dudes, I watch 'em flop
Yep, so beware, dog I'm be clear
Banks bricked, bricked, Buck ain't been out for three years
Lemme be fair, I hop up off a sweet
Right to Lennox, no sand, but I'm on my beach chair
Visa knottail, and dog we not
You don'r club in New York, you out in Scotsdale
I be clowned, beef dog, how dare we now
And how you livin', you in Tyson's hand-me-down
Plus you can't be found, I'll you taped, gagged, and bound
Ask around, I never liked the circus, so I a clown

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