Luyện nghe bài hát Cuurtis

1:
The truck or the
Cam be stuffed in candy
This ain't a label Curtis, I'm freaking with
See my squad done waited behind them bars that's gated
Hopped out the casket bastard,
Yep, so have a seat, this be a masterpiece
I have to beef, he look like a gorilla, with teeth
Bugs Monkey, act hard wit' a crack god that 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, rocks and signs my way
play, I keep it nuetral, but my family's 9-Trey
Soo-Woo, my A.R. lights that to fight from day to night
When I the Lightey brothers, Dave and Mike
Huh, believe me hoe, you can't G me
ain't 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 with Zo too, waddup, Sa Pa Se
Grab the cocoa macok, tessozo, rock
I extended the clip, never be with you pricks
Shout to a Queens dude, ya know, Kenneth McGriff
He ran from police, you run with
You ain't from
You 'bout to get your mouth

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 break they neck and
Just for me to sex tail, but let's talk record sales
Juelz, 800, Jim, 400
I cop more cribs, more cars, got blunted
Yeah I rocked the Roc so it doc, you copper top
My niggaz, watch 'em ball, your dudes, I watch 'em
Yep, so beware, dog I'm be clear
Banks bricked, Mobb bricked, ain't been out for three years
Lemme be fair, I hop up off a Lear
Right to Lennox, ain't no sand, but I'm on my chair
Visa knottail, and dog we not
You don'r club in New York, you party out in
I can't be clowned, dog, how dare we now
And how you livin', you live in hand-me-down
Plus you can't be found, I'll have you taped, gagged, and
Ask around, I liked the circus, so I clap a clown

Ay yo man, thanks for all the
For my dudes who keep shoutin', I it baby
They're my
I ain't hear you say name in a minute
Talkin' 'bout Koch a graveyard, you just signed off for to go there
Ay yo P, he a sucker, get away from that B
You got no swag with buck teeth
You know how ya got no swag
Whoever let you sign off on them G-Unit
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 'bout my probation
You get me locked up Curtis
Ay yo Curtis you really tryna get me up
You said something about my probation on your
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 Thursday
I ain't supposed to for three weeks
I gotta go Thursday and he my probation
Ay yo, lemme get off this mic now cuz I how you get down
Rat ass nigga, that's story, that's not even a joke, I'm dead serious