Luyện nghe bài hát Cuurtis

1:
The or the Lamby
Cam be in some candy
This ain't a label Curtis, I'm with family
See my squad done waited right behind them bars that's
Hopped out the casket bastard,
Yep, so a seat, this gon' be a masterpiece
I have to beef, he look like a gorilla, with teeth
Bugs Monkey, act hard wit' a crack god that broads
That ain't Queens, it's your backyard
Cuurtis, what's messing wit' ya bad
Ya dead mad, but dag that, security with red
You bangin' 5, shootin' rocks and 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
When I smack the brothers, Dave and Mike
Huh, believe me hoe, you can't G me
Jimmy the president, he the CEO
Zeke is the president, it's evident, cock and spray
Santana underboss, I sign off Dr. Dre
I fuck with Zo too, waddup, Sa Pa Se
Grab the macok, tessozo, rock away
I extended the clip, never be friends you pricks
Shout to a real Queens dude, ya know, Kenneth
He ran from police, you run with
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 deserve to be
Cuurtis, damn, some courtesy 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 more cribs, cars, got more blunted
Yeah I rocked the Roc so 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
be fair, I hop up off a sweet 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 can't be clowned, beef dog, how we now
And how you livin', you in Tyson's hand-me-down
Plus you 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 hear you say Banks 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 dude B
You ain't got no swag with teeth
You know how ya got no swag
let you sign off on them G-Unit tanktops
Is stupid just like yo' ass
Them is brazier
Whoever wore that was a homo, gay ass nigga
Ay yo stop my probation officer too
Why you talkin' 'bout my
You get me locked up Curtis
Ay yo Curtis you tryna get me locked up
You said something about my on your song
Next thing you know my probation officer 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 report to next Thursday
I ain't to report for three weeks
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, that's true story, that's not a joke, I'm dead serious