Luyện nghe bài hát Cuurtis

1:
The or the Lamby
Cam be stuffed in candy
ain't a label Curtis, I'm freaking with family
See my squad done waited behind them bars that's gated
Hopped out the bastard, reincarnated
Yep, so a seat, this gon' be a masterpiece
I have to beef, he look a gorilla, with rabbit teeth
Bugs Monkey, act 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, security with red
You bangin' 5, shootin' rocks and my way
play, I keep it nuetral, but my family's 9-Trey
Soo-Woo, my A.R. that stay to fight from day to night
When I smack the Lightey brothers, and Mike
Huh, me hoe, you can't 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 with Zo Pound too, waddup, Sa Pa Se
Grab the cocoa macok, tessozo, away
I extended the clip, never be friends with you
Shout to a real Queens dude, ya know, Kenneth
He ran from police, you run with
You ain't from
You 'bout to get your wide

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

2:
Ay yo, the tale, girls break they neck and nails
Just for me to sex they tail, but let's record sales
Juelz, 800, Jim, 400
I cop more cribs, more cars, got more
Yeah I the Roc so stop it doc, you copper top
My niggaz, watch 'em ball, dudes, I watch '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 sweet
to Lennox, ain't no sand, but I'm on my beach chair
Visa knottail, and dog we not
You don'r in New York, you party out in Scotsdale
I be clowned, beef dog, how dare we now
And how you livin', you live in Tyson's
Plus you can't be found, have 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 who keep shoutin', I love it baby
They're my
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 that B
You ain't got no with buck teeth
You know how ya got no swag
let you sign off on them G-Unit tanktops
Is stupid like yo' dumb ass
Them is tops
Whoever wore outside was a homo, gay ass nigga
Ay yo calling my probation officer too
Why you 'bout 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 my probation officer called me today, said they need to see me
Ay yo if I go to jail, put me in jail
It's crazy, how I gotta to probation next Thursday
I supposed to report for three weeks
I gotta go Thursday and he mentioned my
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