Luyện nghe bài hát Cuurtis

1:
The truck or the
Cam be stuffed in candy
This ain't a Curtis, I'm freaking with family
See my squad done waited right behind them bars gated
Hopped out the casket bastard,
Yep, so have a seat, gon' be a masterpiece
I to beef, he look like a gorilla, with rabbit teeth
Bugs Monkey, act hard wit' a crack god mack broads
That video ain't Queens, it's your
Cuurtis, what's messing wit' ya bad
Ya dead mad, but dag that, with red flags
You bangin' 5, rocks and signs my way
Fine play, I 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 G me though
ain't the president, he the CEO
Zeke is the president, evident, he'll cock and spray
underboss, I sign off like Dr. Dre
I with Zo Pound too, waddup, Sa Pa Se
the cocoa macok, tessozo, rock away
I extended the clip, never be friends with you
Shout to a real dude, ya know, Kenneth McGriff
He ran from police, you run police
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 deserve to be
Cuurtis, damn, show courtesy Curtis
(Repeat)

2:
Ay yo, the tale, girls break they neck and nails
Just for me to sex they tail, but let's record sales
Juelz, 800, Jim, 400
I cop more cribs, more cars, got blunted
I rocked 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 tryna be
Banks bricked, Mobb bricked, Buck ain't been out for three
Lemme be fair, I hop up off a Lear
Right to Lennox, no sand, but I'm on my beach chair
knottail, and dog we not frail
You club in New York, you party out in Scotsdale
I can't be clowned, dog, how dare we now
And how you livin', you live in Tyson's
you can't be found, I'll have you taped, gagged, and bound
Ask around, I never liked the circus, so I clap a

Ay yo man, thanks for all the
For my dudes who shoutin', I love it baby
They're my
I ain't you say Banks name in a minute
Talkin' 'bout Koch a graveyard, you just off for Prodigy to go there
Ay yo P, he a sucker, get away from that B
You ain't got no swag with teeth
You how ya ain't got no swag
Whoever let you sign off on them G-Unit
Is just like yo' dumb ass
is brazier tops
Whoever wore outside was a homo, gay ass nigga
Ay yo calling my probation officer too
Why you talkin' 'bout my
You get me locked up Curtis
Ay yo Curtis you tryna get me locked up
You said about my probation on your song
Next thing you know my probation 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 next Thursday
I ain't supposed to report for three
I gotta go and he mentioned my probation
Ay yo, lemme get off mic now cuz I know how you get down
Rat ass nigga, true story, that's not even a joke, I'm dead serious