Luyện nghe bài hát Cuurtis

1:
The truck or the
Cam be in some candy
This ain't a label Curtis, I'm with family
See my squad done waited right behind them 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 that mack
That video ain't Queens, your backyard
Cuurtis, what's messing ya head bad
Ya dead mad, but dag that, with red flags
You bangin' 5, shootin' rocks and my way
Fine play, I keep it nuetral, but my family's
Soo-Woo, my A.R. lights that stay to fight from day to
When I smack the brothers, Dave and Mike
Huh, me hoe, you can't G me though
ain't the president, he the CEO
Zeke is the president, it's evident, cock and spray
underboss, I sign off like Dr. Dre
I fuck with Zo too, waddup, Sa Pa Se
Grab the macok, tessozo, rock away
I the clip, never be friends with you pricks
Shout to a real Queens dude, ya know, McGriff
He ran police, you run with police
You ain't from
You 'bout to get mouth wide

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

2:
Ay yo, check the tale, break they neck and nails
Just for me to sex they tail, but talk record sales
Juelz, 800, Jim, 400
I cop more cribs, more cars, got more
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 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, ain't no sand, but I'm on my chair
knottail, and dog we not frail
You don'r club in New York, you party out in
I be clowned, beef 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, for all the shout-outs
For my who keep shoutin', I love it baby
my brothers
I ain't hear you say Banks 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 dude B
You ain't got no swag buck teeth
You how ya ain't got no swag
Whoever let you sign off on G-Unit tanktops
Is stupid just yo' dumb ass
Them is tops
Whoever wore that outside was a homo, gay ass
Ay yo stop my probation officer too
Why you talkin' 'bout my
You get me locked up Curtis
Ay yo Curtis you really get me locked up
You said something about my probation on your
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 this mic now cuz I how you get down
Rat ass nigga, that's true story, that's not a joke, I'm dead serious