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 them bars gated
Hopped out the bastard, reincarnated
Yep, so have a seat, this gon' be a
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, what's messing ya head bad
Ya dead mad, but dag that, with red flags
You bangin' 5, shootin' and signs my way
play, I keep it nuetral, but my family's 9-Trey
Soo-Woo, my A.R. lights that stay to fight from day to
When I the Lightey brothers, Dave and Mike
Huh, believe me hoe, you G me though
Jimmy the president, he the CEO
Zeke is the president, it's evident, cock and spray
Santana underboss, I off like Dr. Dre
I fuck with Zo too, waddup, Sa Pa Se
Grab the cocoa macok, tessozo, away
I extended the clip, never be with you pricks
to a real Queens dude, ya know, Kenneth McGriff
He ran from police, you run with
You ain't Southside
You 'bout to get your wide

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

2:
Ay yo, check the tale, girls break 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, your dudes, I 'em flop
Yep, so beware, dog I'm tryna be
bricked, Mobb bricked, Buck ain't been out for three years
Lemme be fair, I hop up off a sweet
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 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, thanks for all the
For my dudes who keep shoutin', I love it
my brothers
I hear you say Banks 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 dude B
You ain't got no swag with teeth
You know how ya got no swag
Whoever let you sign off on G-Unit tanktops
Is stupid just yo' dumb ass
Them is brazier
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 my probation on your song
Next thing you 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 report to probation next Thursday
I ain't to report for three weeks
I go Thursday and he mentioned my probation
Ay yo, get off this mic now cuz I know how you get down
Rat ass nigga, that's story, that's not even a joke, I'm dead serious