Luyện nghe bài hát Cuurtis

1:
The truck or the
Cam be stuffed in candy
This ain't a Curtis, I'm freaking with family
See my squad done waited right behind them bars gated
out the casket bastard, reincarnated
Yep, so have a seat, this gon' be a
I have to beef, he look like a gorilla, rabbit teeth
Bugs Monkey, act hard wit' a god that mack broads
That ain't Queens, it's your backyard
Cuurtis, what's wit' ya head bad
Ya dead mad, but dag that, security with red
You 5, shootin' rocks and signs my way
Fine play, I it nuetral, but my family's 9-Trey
Soo-Woo, my A.R. that stay to fight from day to night
When I the Lightey 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 fuck with Zo too, waddup, Sa Pa Se
Grab the macok, tessozo, rock away
I extended the clip, never be friends with you
Shout to a real Queens dude, ya know, McGriff
He ran from police, you run police
You from Southside
You 'bout to get mouth wide

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

2:
Ay yo, check the tale, break they neck and nails
Just for me to sex tail, but let's talk record 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 'em flop
Yep, so beware, dog I'm tryna be
Banks bricked, bricked, Buck ain't been out for three years
Lemme be fair, I hop up off a Lear
Right to Lennox, ain't no sand, but I'm on my beach
Visa knottail, and dog we not
You don'r club in New York, you out in Scotsdale
I can't be clowned, beef dog, how we now
And how you livin', you live in hand-me-down
Plus you can't be found, I'll you taped, gagged, and bound
Ask around, I never liked the circus, so I a clown

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' Koch a graveyard, you just signed off for Prodigy to go there
Ay yo P, he a sucker, get away from dude B
You ain't got no swag with buck
You know how ya got no swag
Whoever let you off on them G-Unit tanktops
Is stupid just like yo' ass
is brazier tops
Whoever wore outside was a homo, gay ass nigga
Ay yo stop calling my probation too
Why you 'bout my probation
You get me locked up Curtis
Ay yo Curtis you tryna get me locked up
You said something about my probation on your
Next thing you know my probation officer called me today, said need to see me
Ay yo if I go to jail, Curtis put me in
It's crazy, how I gotta report to probation next
I ain't supposed to report for three
I go Thursday and he mentioned my probation
Ay yo, get off this mic now cuz I know how you get down
Rat ass nigga, that's true story, that's not even a joke, I'm serious