Luyện nghe bài hát Cuurtis

1:
The truck or the
Cam be stuffed in some
This ain't a Curtis, I'm freaking with family
See my squad done right behind them bars that's gated
Hopped out the bastard, reincarnated
Yep, so a seat, this gon' be a masterpiece
I have to beef, he look a gorilla, with rabbit teeth
Bugs Monkey, act wit' a crack god that mack broads
That ain't Queens, it's your backyard
Cuurtis, messing wit' ya head bad
Ya dead mad, but dag that, security red flags
You bangin' 5, shootin' rocks and my way
Fine play, I it nuetral, but my family's 9-Trey
Soo-Woo, my A.R. that stay to fight from day to night
When I smack the brothers, Dave and Mike
Huh, believe me hoe, you can't G me
Jimmy the president, he the CEO
is the president, it's evident, he'll cock and spray
Santana underboss, I sign off Dr. Dre
I fuck with Zo too, waddup, Sa Pa Se
the cocoa macok, tessozo, rock away
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 from Southside
You 'bout to get your wide

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

2:
Ay yo, check the tale, girls break they 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 the Roc so stop it doc, you copper top
My niggaz, watch 'em ball, dudes, I watch 'em flop
Yep, so beware, dog I'm tryna be
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 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 the circus, so I clap a clown

Ay yo man, thanks for all the
For my who keep shoutin', I love it baby
my brothers
I hear you say Banks name 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 that B
You ain't got no swag with buck
You know how ya ain't got no
let you sign off on them G-Unit tanktops
Is stupid just yo' dumb ass
is brazier tops
Whoever wore outside was a homo, gay ass nigga
Ay yo stop calling my probation too
Why you talkin' my probation
You tryna get me up Curtis
Ay yo Curtis you really get me locked up
You said something about my on your song
Next thing you know my 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 weeks
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, that's true story, that's not even a joke, I'm dead