Luyện nghe bài hát Cuurtis

1:
The truck or the
Cam be stuffed in some
This ain't a label Curtis, I'm freaking with
See my squad done waited right behind bars that's gated
Hopped out the casket bastard,
Yep, so have a seat, this gon' be a
I have to beef, he look a gorilla, with rabbit teeth
Bugs Monkey, act hard a crack god that mack broads
video ain't Queens, it's your backyard
Cuurtis, what's wit' ya head bad
Ya dead mad, but dag that, security red flags
You bangin' 5, rocks and signs my way
Fine play, I keep it nuetral, but my 9-Trey
Soo-Woo, my A.R. lights that to fight from day to night
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, it's evident, he'll cock and
Santana underboss, I sign off Dr. Dre
I with Zo Pound 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 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 they neck and nails
Just for me to sex they tail, but let's talk sales
Juelz, 800, Jim, 400
I cop cribs, more cars, got more blunted
Yeah I rocked the Roc so stop it doc, you top
My niggaz, watch 'em ball, your dudes, I watch 'em
Yep, so beware, dog I'm be clear
Banks bricked, Mobb bricked, Buck been out for three years
be fair, I hop up off a sweet 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 out in Scotsdale
I be clowned, beef dog, how dare we now
And how you livin', you in Tyson's hand-me-down
Plus you can't be found, I'll 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 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 teeth
You know how ya ain't got no
Whoever let you sign off on them G-Unit
Is stupid like yo' dumb ass
is brazier tops
Whoever wore outside was a homo, gay ass nigga
Ay yo stop calling my officer too
Why you 'bout 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 probation officer called me today, said they 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 ain't supposed to report for three
I gotta go Thursday and he mentioned my
Ay yo, lemme get off mic now cuz I know how you get down
Rat ass nigga, that's true story, that's not a joke, I'm dead serious