Luyện nghe bài hát Cuurtis

1:
The truck or the
Cam be stuffed in candy
This ain't a Curtis, I'm freaking with family
See my squad done right behind them bars that's gated
Hopped out the casket bastard,
Yep, so have a seat, this gon' be a
I have to beef, he like a gorilla, with rabbit teeth
Bugs Monkey, act hard wit' a crack god mack broads
That video Queens, it's your backyard
Cuurtis, messing wit' ya head bad
Ya mad, but dag that, security 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. lights that stay to fight from day to
When I smack the Lightey brothers, and Mike
Huh, believe me hoe, you can't G me
Jimmy the president, he the CEO
Zeke is the president, it's evident, he'll cock and
underboss, I sign off like Dr. Dre
I fuck Zo Pound too, waddup, Sa Pa Se
Grab the macok, tessozo, rock away
I the clip, never be friends with you pricks
Shout to a real dude, ya know, Kenneth McGriff
He ran from police, you run police
You ain't from
You to get your 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 they neck and nails
for me to sex they tail, but let's talk record sales
Juelz, 800, Jim, 400
I cop cribs, more cars, got more blunted
Yeah I the Roc so stop it doc, you copper top
My niggaz, 'em ball, your dudes, I watch 'em flop
Yep, so beware, dog I'm tryna be
Banks bricked, Mobb bricked, Buck been out for three years
Lemme be fair, I hop up off a sweet
to Lennox, ain't no sand, but I'm on my beach chair
Visa knottail, and dog we not
You club in New York, you party out in Scotsdale
I can't be clowned, beef dog, how we now
And how you livin', you live in hand-me-down
you can't be found, I'll have you taped, gagged, and bound
Ask around, I liked the circus, so I clap a clown

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