Luyện nghe bài hát Cuurtis

1:
The or the Lamby
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 a gorilla, with rabbit teeth
Bugs Monkey, act hard wit' a crack god that broads
That video Queens, it's your backyard
Cuurtis, what's wit' ya head bad
Ya dead mad, but dag that, with red flags
You 5, shootin' rocks and signs my way
play, I keep it nuetral, but my family's 9-Trey
Soo-Woo, my A.R. lights that stay to from day to night
When I smack the Lightey brothers, Dave and
Huh, me hoe, you can't 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 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 from
You 'bout to get mouth wide

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

2:
Ay yo, check the tale, girls break neck and nails
Just for me to sex they tail, but talk record sales
Juelz, 800, Jim, 400
I cop cribs, more cars, got more blunted
Yeah I the Roc so stop it doc, you copper top
My niggaz, watch 'em ball, your dudes, I 'em flop
Yep, so beware, dog I'm tryna be
Banks bricked, Mobb bricked, Buck been out for three years
Lemme be fair, I hop up off a Lear
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 in Tyson's hand-me-down
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, thanks for all the
For my dudes who keep shoutin', I it baby
my brothers
I ain't you say Banks 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 got no swag with buck teeth
You know how ya ain't got no
Whoever let you sign off on G-Unit tanktops
Is stupid like yo' dumb 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 get me locked up Curtis
Ay yo you really tryna get me locked 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 report to probation next Thursday
I ain't supposed to for three weeks
I gotta go Thursday and he 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 dead