Luyện nghe bài hát Cuurtis

1:
The or the Lamby
Cam be stuffed in some
This ain't a Curtis, I'm freaking with family
See my squad done waited behind them 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, rabbit teeth
Bugs Monkey, act hard wit' a crack god that mack
That video ain't Queens, your backyard
Cuurtis, what's messing wit' ya bad
Ya dead mad, but dag that, security red flags
You bangin' 5, shootin' and signs my way
Fine play, I it nuetral, but my family's 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
ain't the president, he the CEO
Zeke is the president, it's evident, he'll and spray
Santana underboss, I off like Dr. Dre
I fuck Zo Pound too, waddup, Sa Pa Se
Grab the macok, tessozo, rock away
I extended the clip, never be friends with you
Shout to a real dude, ya know, Kenneth McGriff
He ran police, you run with 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, show some Curtis
(Repeat)

2:
Ay yo, check the tale, girls break they and nails
Just for me to sex tail, but let's talk 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 'em flop
Yep, so beware, dog I'm tryna be
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 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 the circus, so I clap a clown

Ay yo man, thanks for all the
For my dudes who keep shoutin', I it baby
my brothers
I ain't hear you say name in a minute
Talkin' 'bout Koch a graveyard, you just signed off for Prodigy to go
Ay yo P, he a sucker, get away from that B
You ain't got no swag buck teeth
You know how ya ain't got no
Whoever let you off on them G-Unit tanktops
Is stupid like yo' dumb ass
Them is tops
Whoever that outside was a homo, gay ass nigga
Ay yo stop calling my probation too
Why you talkin' 'bout my
You tryna get me locked up
Ay yo Curtis you really get me locked up
You said something about my probation on your
Next you know my probation officer called me today, said they need to see me
Ay yo if I go to jail, put me in jail
crazy, how I gotta report to probation next Thursday
I ain't supposed to report for three
I gotta go Thursday and he my probation
Ay yo, lemme get off mic now cuz I know how you get down
Rat ass nigga, true story, that's not even a joke, I'm dead serious