Luyện nghe bài hát Cuurtis

1:
The truck or the
Cam be in some candy
This ain't a label Curtis, I'm freaking with
See my squad done waited right behind them that's gated
out the casket bastard, reincarnated
Yep, so a seat, this gon' be a masterpiece
I to beef, he look like a gorilla, with rabbit teeth
Bugs Monkey, act hard wit' a crack god mack broads
That video Queens, it's your backyard
Cuurtis, what's messing ya head bad
Ya dead mad, but dag that, security red flags
You bangin' 5, shootin' and signs my way
Fine play, I it nuetral, but my family's 9-Trey
Soo-Woo, my A.R. lights that stay to from day to night
I smack 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 cock and
Santana underboss, I off like Dr. Dre
I with Zo Pound too, waddup, Sa Pa Se
Grab the cocoa macok, tessozo, rock
I extended the clip, never be with you pricks
Shout to a real Queens dude, ya know, McGriff
He ran from police, you run police
You ain't from
You 'bout to get mouth wide

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

2:
Ay yo, check the tale, girls they neck and nails
Just for me to sex they tail, but let's record sales
Juelz, 800, Jim, 400
I cop cribs, more cars, got more blunted
Yeah I rocked the Roc so stop it doc, you top
My niggaz, 'em ball, your dudes, I watch 'em flop
Yep, so beware, dog I'm tryna be
Banks bricked, Mobb bricked, Buck ain't been out for three
Lemme be fair, I hop up off a sweet
Right to Lennox, ain't no sand, but I'm on my chair
knottail, and dog we not frail
You don'r 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 Tyson's
Plus you can't be found, I'll have you taped, gagged, and
Ask around, I never liked the circus, so I a clown

Ay yo man, for all the shout-outs
For my dudes who shoutin', I love it baby
my brothers
I ain't hear you say name in a minute
Talkin' Koch a graveyard, you just signed off for Prodigy to go there
Ay yo P, he a sucker, get away that dude B
You ain't got no swag with teeth
You how ya ain't got no swag
let you sign off on them G-Unit tanktops
Is just like yo' dumb ass
Them is brazier
Whoever wore outside was a homo, gay ass nigga
Ay yo stop calling my probation too
Why you talkin' my probation
You get me locked up Curtis
Ay yo Curtis you really tryna get me up
You said something my probation on your song
Next thing you my probation officer called me today, said they 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 mentioned my
Ay yo, get off this mic now cuz I know how you get down
Rat ass nigga, true story, that's not even a joke, I'm dead serious