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 them bars that's gated
out the casket bastard, reincarnated
Yep, so have a seat, this be a masterpiece
I have to beef, he like a gorilla, with rabbit teeth
Bugs Monkey, act hard wit' a god that mack broads
That ain't Queens, it's your backyard
Cuurtis, messing wit' ya head bad
Ya dead mad, but dag that, security with red
You bangin' 5, rocks and signs my way
Fine play, I it nuetral, but my family's 9-Trey
Soo-Woo, my A.R. that stay to fight from day to night
I smack the Lightey brothers, Dave and Mike
Huh, believe me hoe, you can't G me
Jimmy the president, he the CEO
is the president, it's evident, he'll 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, be friends with you pricks
Shout to a Queens dude, ya know, Kenneth McGriff
He ran from police, you run police
You ain't from
You to get your mouth wide

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

2:
Ay yo, check the tale, break they neck and nails
for me to sex they tail, but let's talk record sales
Juelz, 800, Jim, 400
I cop more cribs, more cars, got more
I rocked the Roc so stop it doc, you copper top
My niggaz, watch 'em ball, your dudes, I watch 'em
Yep, so beware, dog I'm tryna be
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 beach
knottail, and dog we not frail
You club in New York, you party out in Scotsdale
I can't be clowned, beef dog, how we now
And how you livin', you live in hand-me-down
Plus you can't be found, 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 who keep shoutin', I love it baby
They're my
I ain't hear you say 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 that dude B
You ain't got no with buck teeth
You how ya ain't got no swag
Whoever let you off on them G-Unit tanktops
Is stupid just yo' dumb ass
is brazier tops
Whoever that outside was a homo, gay ass nigga
Ay yo stop calling my probation too
Why you 'bout my probation
You tryna get me locked up
Ay yo Curtis you tryna get me locked up
You said something my probation on your song
Next you know 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 gotta to probation next Thursday
I ain't to report for three weeks
I gotta go and he mentioned my probation
Ay yo, get off this 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