Luyện nghe bài hát Cuurtis

1:
The truck or the
Cam be in some candy
This ain't a label Curtis, I'm freaking with
See my squad waited right behind them bars that's 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 hard a crack god that mack broads
That video ain't Queens, your backyard
Cuurtis, messing wit' ya head bad
Ya mad, but dag that, security with red flags
You bangin' 5, rocks and signs my way
play, I keep it nuetral, but my family's 9-Trey
Soo-Woo, my A.R. lights stay to fight from day to night
When I smack the Lightey brothers, and Mike
Huh, me hoe, you can't 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
the cocoa macok, tessozo, rock away
I the clip, never be friends 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, some courtesy Curtis
(Repeat)

2:
Ay yo, check the tale, girls they neck and nails
for me to sex they tail, but let's talk record sales
Juelz, 800, Jim, 400
I cop cribs, more cars, got more blunted
Yeah I rocked the Roc so it doc, you copper top
My niggaz, watch 'em ball, dudes, I watch 'em flop
Yep, so beware, dog I'm be clear
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 chair
knottail, and dog we not frail
You don'r club in New York, you party out in
I can't be clowned, beef dog, how we now
And how you livin', you in Tyson's hand-me-down
you can't be found, I'll 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 dudes who keep shoutin', I it baby
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 ain't got no with buck teeth
You how ya ain't got no swag
Whoever let you sign off on G-Unit tanktops
Is just like yo' dumb ass
is brazier tops
Whoever wore that outside was a homo, gay ass
Ay yo calling my probation officer too
Why you talkin' my probation
You get me locked up Curtis
Ay yo you really tryna get me locked up
You said something about my probation on song
Next thing you know my probation officer called me today, they need to see me
Ay yo if I go to jail, put me in jail
It's crazy, how I gotta report to probation Thursday
I ain't supposed to report for weeks
I gotta go and he mentioned my probation
Ay yo, lemme get off this mic now cuz I how you get down
Rat ass nigga, that's story, that's not even a joke, I'm dead serious