Luyện nghe bài hát Cuurtis

1:
The or the Lamby
Cam be in some candy
This ain't a label Curtis, I'm freaking family
See my squad done waited right behind bars that's gated
Hopped out the bastard, reincarnated
Yep, so have a seat, this gon' be a
I have to beef, he look like a gorilla, with rabbit
Monkey, act hard wit' a crack god that mack broads
That video Queens, it's your backyard
Cuurtis, what's messing ya head bad
Ya dead mad, but dag that, with red flags
You 5, shootin' rocks and signs 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
When I smack the Lightey brothers, Dave and
Huh, believe me hoe, you G me though
ain't the president, he the CEO
Zeke is the president, 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, away
I extended the clip, 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 'bout to get your mouth

Cuurtis, uh, it DJ
Cuurtis, you 50, 50 Cent's from BK
Cuurtis, yep, he to be nervous
Cuurtis, damn, some courtesy Curtis
(Repeat)

2:
Ay yo, the tale, girls break they neck and nails
for me to sex they tail, but let's talk record sales
Juelz, 800, Jim, 400
I cop more cribs, more cars, got blunted
Yeah I 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 been out for years
Lemme be fair, I hop up off a Lear
Right to Lennox, no sand, but I'm on my beach chair
Visa knottail, and dog we not
You club in New York, you party out in Scotsdale
I be clowned, beef dog, how dare we now
And how you livin', you in Tyson's 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, thanks for all the
For my dudes who shoutin', I love it baby
my brothers
I ain't hear you say name in a minute
'bout Koch a graveyard, you just 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 know how ya got no swag
Whoever let you off on them G-Unit tanktops
Is stupid like yo' dumb ass
Them is brazier
Whoever wore that was a homo, gay ass nigga
Ay yo stop calling my officer too
Why you talkin' 'bout my
You get me locked up Curtis
Ay yo you really tryna get me locked up
You something about my probation on your song
Next thing you know my probation officer called me today, said they to see me
Ay yo if I go to jail, Curtis put me in
It's crazy, how I gotta report to next 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 true story, that's not a joke, I'm dead serious