Luyện nghe bài hát Cuurtis

1:
The truck or the
Cam be stuffed in candy
This a label Curtis, I'm freaking with family
See my squad done waited right behind them that's gated
Hopped out the casket bastard,
Yep, so have a seat, gon' be a masterpiece
I have to beef, he look like a gorilla, with rabbit
Bugs Monkey, act hard wit' a god that mack broads
That video ain't Queens, it's your
Cuurtis, what's wit' ya head bad
Ya dead mad, but dag that, with red flags
You 5, shootin' 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 brothers, Dave and Mike
Huh, believe me hoe, you can't G me
ain't the president, he the CEO
Zeke is the president, evident, he'll cock and spray
Santana underboss, I off like Dr. Dre
I with Zo Pound 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 police, you run with police
You ain't from
You 'bout to get your 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, girls break they neck and
Just for me to sex they tail, but talk record sales
Juelz, 800, Jim, 400
I cop cribs, more cars, got more blunted
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 be clear
Banks bricked, Mobb bricked, Buck ain't out for three years
Lemme be fair, I hop up off a sweet
Right to Lennox, ain't no sand, but I'm on my chair
Visa knottail, and dog we not
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 hand-me-down
Plus you can't be found, I'll have you taped, gagged, and
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 ain't you say Banks name 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 ain't got no swag with buck
You know how ya got no swag
Whoever let you sign off on G-Unit tanktops
Is stupid just yo' dumb ass
is brazier tops
Whoever wore that was a homo, gay ass nigga
Ay yo calling my probation officer too
Why you 'bout my probation
You tryna get me up Curtis
Ay yo Curtis you tryna get me locked up
You said something about my on your song
thing 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 report to probation next Thursday
I ain't to report for three weeks
I go Thursday and he mentioned my probation
Ay yo, lemme get off mic now cuz I know how you get down
Rat ass nigga, that's true story, not even a joke, I'm dead serious