Luyện nghe bài hát Cuurtis

1:
The or the Lamby
Cam be stuffed in candy
This ain't a label Curtis, I'm freaking family
See my squad waited right behind them bars that's gated
out the casket bastard, reincarnated
Yep, so have a seat, gon' be a masterpiece
I have to beef, he look like a gorilla, rabbit teeth
Bugs Monkey, act hard wit' a crack god that broads
That ain't Queens, it's your backyard
Cuurtis, what's messing ya head bad
Ya dead mad, but dag that, security with red
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 from day to
I smack the Lightey brothers, Dave and Mike
Huh, believe me hoe, you 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
Grab the cocoa macok, tessozo, rock
I extended the clip, be friends with you pricks
Shout to a real Queens dude, ya know, Kenneth
He ran police, you run with police
You ain't Southside
You 'bout to get your mouth

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

2:
Ay yo, check the tale, girls they neck and nails
Just for me to sex they tail, but let's record sales
Juelz, 800, Jim, 400
I cop cribs, more cars, got more blunted
Yeah I rocked the Roc so stop it doc, you top
My niggaz, watch 'em ball, your dudes, I watch 'em
Yep, so beware, dog I'm tryna be
Banks bricked, Mobb bricked, ain't been 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
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 live in hand-me-down
Plus you 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
my brothers
I ain't hear you say Banks in a minute
Talkin' 'bout Koch a graveyard, you just signed off for to go there
Ay yo P, he a sucker, get away that dude B
You ain't got no with buck teeth
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 that was a homo, gay ass nigga
Ay yo stop calling my officer too
Why you talkin' my probation
You tryna get me locked up
Ay yo Curtis you tryna get me locked up
You said something about my probation on song
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 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 even a joke, I'm dead