Luyện nghe bài hát Cuurtis

1:
The truck or the
Cam be stuffed in some
This a label Curtis, I'm freaking with family
See my squad done waited behind them bars that's gated
Hopped out the casket bastard,
Yep, so a seat, this gon' be a masterpiece
I have to beef, he look like a gorilla, with rabbit
Monkey, act hard wit' a crack god that mack broads
That video ain't Queens, it's backyard
Cuurtis, what's messing ya head bad
Ya dead mad, but dag that, security red flags
You bangin' 5, shootin' rocks and my way
Fine play, I keep it nuetral, but my 9-Trey
Soo-Woo, my A.R. lights that stay to fight day to night
I smack the Lightey brothers, Dave and Mike
Huh, believe me hoe, you G me though
Jimmy the president, he the CEO
is the president, it's evident, he'll cock and spray
Santana underboss, I sign off Dr. Dre
I fuck with Zo too, waddup, Sa Pa Se
Grab the cocoa macok, tessozo, rock
I extended the clip, never be with you pricks
Shout to a real Queens dude, ya know, McGriff
He ran from police, you run police
You ain't from
You 'bout to get your mouth

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

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

Ay yo man, for all the shout-outs
For my dudes who shoutin', I love it baby
my brothers
I ain't hear you say Banks in a minute
Talkin' 'bout Koch a graveyard, you signed off for Prodigy to go there
Ay yo P, he a sucker, get away from that B
You got no swag with buck teeth
You how ya ain't got no swag
Whoever let you sign off on them G-Unit
Is stupid just like yo' ass
is brazier tops
Whoever wore outside was a homo, gay ass nigga
Ay yo stop calling my officer too
Why you talkin' my probation
You tryna get me up Curtis
Ay yo you really tryna get me locked up
You said something about my probation on your
Next thing you know my probation called me today, said they need to see me
Ay yo if I go to jail, put me in jail
It's crazy, how I gotta to probation next Thursday
I ain't supposed to report for weeks
I go Thursday and he mentioned my probation
Ay yo, lemme get off this mic now cuz I how you get down
Rat ass nigga, true story, that's not even a joke, I'm dead serious