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 done waited right behind them that's gated
Hopped out the casket bastard,
Yep, so have a seat, gon' be a masterpiece
I to beef, he look like a gorilla, with rabbit teeth
Bugs Monkey, act hard wit' a crack god that broads
That video ain't Queens, your backyard
Cuurtis, what's messing ya head bad
Ya dead mad, but dag that, with red flags
You bangin' 5, shootin' and signs my way
Fine play, I keep it nuetral, but my 9-Trey
Soo-Woo, my A.R. lights that stay to from day to night
When I the Lightey brothers, Dave and Mike
Huh, believe me hoe, you G me though
Jimmy the president, he the CEO
Zeke is the president, it's evident, he'll cock and
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
Shout to a Queens dude, ya know, Kenneth McGriff
He ran from police, you run police
You ain't Southside
You to get your mouth wide

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

2:
Ay yo, check the tale, girls they neck and nails
Just for me to sex tail, but let's talk record sales
Juelz, 800, Jim, 400
I cop more cribs, cars, got more blunted
Yeah I rocked the Roc so stop it doc, you top
My niggaz, watch 'em ball, your dudes, I 'em flop
Yep, so beware, dog I'm tryna be
Banks bricked, Mobb bricked, Buck ain't been out for three
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 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 Tyson's
you can't be found, I'll 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 keep shoutin', I it baby
my brothers
I ain't hear you say 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 dude B
You ain't got no swag buck teeth
You know how ya ain't got no
let you sign 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 talkin' 'bout my
You tryna get me locked up
Ay yo Curtis you really tryna get me up
You said something my probation on your 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 next Thursday
I ain't supposed to report for weeks
I gotta go Thursday and he my probation
Ay yo, lemme get off this mic now cuz I how you get down
Rat ass nigga, that's true story, not even a joke, I'm dead serious