Luyện nghe bài hát Cuurtis

1:
The truck or the
Cam be stuffed in candy
ain't a label Curtis, I'm freaking with family
See my squad done waited right behind them bars that's
out the casket bastard, reincarnated
Yep, so have a seat, this gon' be a
I to beef, he look like a gorilla, with rabbit teeth
Monkey, act hard wit' a crack god that mack broads
That ain't Queens, it's your backyard
Cuurtis, what's messing wit' ya bad
Ya mad, but dag that, security with 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. lights that stay to fight from day to
I smack 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, evident, he'll cock and spray
Santana underboss, I sign off Dr. Dre
I fuck Zo Pound too, waddup, Sa Pa Se
the cocoa macok, tessozo, rock away
I the clip, never be friends with you pricks
Shout to a real Queens dude, ya know, Kenneth
He ran from police, you run police
You from Southside
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 and nails
Just for me to sex they tail, but let's talk record
Juelz, 800, Jim, 400
I cop more cribs, more cars, got more
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 be clear
Banks bricked, Mobb bricked, Buck ain't been out for three
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 in New York, you party out in Scotsdale
I can't be clowned, dog, how dare we now
And how you livin', you in Tyson's hand-me-down
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
my brothers
I ain't hear you say Banks name in a
Talkin' 'bout Koch a graveyard, you just off for Prodigy to go there
Ay yo P, he a sucker, get away from dude B
You ain't got no swag buck teeth
You know how ya got no swag
Whoever let you sign off on G-Unit tanktops
Is just like yo' dumb ass
Them is tops
wore that 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 get me locked up
You said about my probation 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 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 true story, that's not even a joke, I'm dead