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 gated
Hopped out the casket bastard,
Yep, so have a seat, this be a masterpiece
I have to beef, he look like a gorilla, rabbit teeth
Bugs Monkey, act hard wit' a crack god mack broads
That video ain't Queens, it's backyard
Cuurtis, what's wit' ya head bad
Ya dead mad, but dag that, security red flags
You bangin' 5, shootin' rocks and my way
Fine play, I keep it nuetral, but my 9-Trey
Soo-Woo, my A.R. that 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 off like Dr. Dre
I fuck Zo Pound too, waddup, Sa Pa Se
Grab the cocoa macok, tessozo, away
I extended the clip, never be with you pricks
Shout to a real dude, ya know, Kenneth McGriff
He ran from police, you run with
You from Southside
You to get your mouth wide

Cuurtis, uh, it DJ
Cuurtis, you ain't 50, 50 from BK
Cuurtis, yep, he to be nervous
Cuurtis, damn, show some courtesy
(Repeat)

2:
Ay yo, check the tale, girls break they neck and
Just for me to sex they tail, but let's talk sales
Juelz, 800, Jim, 400
I cop more cribs, more cars, got 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 Lear
to Lennox, ain't 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 can't be clowned, 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 the circus, so I clap a clown

Ay yo man, thanks for all the
For my dudes who keep shoutin', I love it
They're my
I ain't hear you say 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 teeth
You how ya ain't got no swag
Whoever let you sign off on G-Unit tanktops
Is stupid just yo' dumb ass
is brazier tops
Whoever wore outside was a homo, gay ass nigga
Ay yo stop my probation officer too
Why you talkin' 'bout my
You tryna get me up Curtis
Ay yo Curtis you really tryna get me up
You said something about my on your song
thing you know my probation officer called me today, said they need to see me
Ay yo if I go to jail, Curtis put me in
It's crazy, how I gotta report to probation next
I supposed 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 story, that's not even a joke, I'm dead serious