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 bars that's
Hopped out the casket bastard,
Yep, so have a seat, gon' be a masterpiece
I have to beef, he like a gorilla, with rabbit teeth
Bugs Monkey, act hard wit' a crack god that broads
video ain't Queens, it's your backyard
Cuurtis, what's messing 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. lights that to fight from day to night
When I smack the Lightey brothers, Dave and
Huh, me hoe, you can't G me though
Jimmy 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 extended the clip, be friends with you pricks
Shout to a real dude, ya know, Kenneth McGriff
He ran from police, you run with
You from 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 some courtesy
(Repeat)

2:
Ay yo, check the tale, girls break neck and nails
Just for me to sex they tail, but let's record sales
Juelz, 800, Jim, 400
I cop more cribs, cars, got more blunted
Yeah I rocked the Roc so it doc, you copper top
My niggaz, watch 'em ball, your dudes, I '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 Lear
Right to Lennox, no sand, but I'm on my beach chair
knottail, and dog we not frail
You don'r club in New York, you party out in
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 liked the circus, so I clap a clown

Ay yo man, thanks for all the
For my dudes who keep shoutin', I love it
They're my
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 got no swag with buck teeth
You know how ya ain't got no
let you sign off on them G-Unit tanktops
Is just like yo' dumb ass
Them is tops
Whoever that outside was a homo, gay ass nigga
Ay yo stop my probation officer too
Why you 'bout my probation
You tryna get me up Curtis
Ay yo Curtis you really tryna get me up
You said about my probation on your song
Next thing you know my probation officer me today, said they need to see me
Ay yo if I go to jail, put me in jail
crazy, how I gotta report 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 story, that's not even a joke, I'm dead serious