Luyện nghe bài hát Cuurtis

1:
The truck or the
Cam be stuffed in some
This ain't a label Curtis, I'm with family
See my squad done waited behind them bars that's gated
Hopped out the bastard, reincarnated
Yep, so have a seat, this 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 ain't Queens, it's your
Cuurtis, what's messing wit' ya bad
Ya dead mad, but dag that, security with red
You 5, shootin' rocks and signs my way
Fine play, I it nuetral, but my family's 9-Trey
Soo-Woo, my A.R. lights stay to fight from day to night
I smack the Lightey brothers, Dave and Mike
Huh, me hoe, you can't G me though
ain't the president, he the CEO
Zeke is the president, evident, he'll cock 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 Queens dude, ya know, Kenneth
He ran police, you run with police
You from Southside
You 'bout to get your 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 talk sales
Juelz, 800, Jim, 400
I cop more cribs, cars, got more blunted
Yeah I rocked the Roc so stop it doc, you top
My niggaz, watch 'em ball, your dudes, I watch 'em
Yep, so beware, dog I'm be clear
Banks bricked, Mobb bricked, Buck ain't been out for years
Lemme be fair, I hop up off a sweet
Right to Lennox, no sand, but I'm on my beach chair
knottail, and dog we not frail
You don'r club in New York, you out in Scotsdale
I can't be clowned, beef dog, how we now
And how you livin', you live in Tyson's
you can't be found, I'll have you taped, gagged, and bound
Ask around, I never the circus, so I clap a clown

Ay yo man, for all the shout-outs
For my dudes who keep shoutin', I it baby
They're my
I ain't hear you say Banks name in a
'bout Koch a graveyard, you just signed off for Prodigy to go there
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
let you sign off on them G-Unit tanktops
Is stupid like yo' dumb ass
Them is tops
Whoever that outside was a homo, gay ass nigga
Ay yo stop my probation officer too
Why you talkin' 'bout my
You get me locked 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 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 for three weeks
I gotta go Thursday and he mentioned my
Ay yo, lemme get off mic now cuz I know how you get down
Rat ass nigga, that's true story, that's not even a joke, I'm serious