Luyện nghe bài hát Cuurtis

1:
The or the Lamby
Cam be in some candy
ain't a label Curtis, I'm freaking with family
See my done waited right 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 like a gorilla, with teeth
Monkey, act hard wit' a crack god that mack broads
That ain't Queens, it's your backyard
Cuurtis, what's messing ya head bad
Ya dead mad, but dag that, security red flags
You bangin' 5, shootin' and signs my way
Fine play, I keep it nuetral, but my 9-Trey
Soo-Woo, my A.R. lights that stay to fight day to night
When I smack the brothers, Dave and Mike
Huh, believe me hoe, you G me though
Jimmy the president, he the CEO
Zeke is the president, it's evident, cock and spray
Santana underboss, I off like Dr. Dre
I fuck with Zo too, waddup, Sa Pa Se
Grab the macok, tessozo, rock away
I extended the clip, never be with you pricks
Shout to a Queens dude, ya know, Kenneth McGriff
He ran police, you run with 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, show courtesy Curtis
(Repeat)

2:
Ay yo, check the tale, girls they neck and nails
for me to sex they tail, but let's talk record sales
Juelz, 800, Jim, 400
I cop more cribs, cars, got more blunted
Yeah I the Roc so stop it doc, you copper top
My niggaz, watch 'em ball, your dudes, I watch 'em
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 sweet
Right to Lennox, ain't no sand, but I'm on my 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
Plus you can't be found, I'll have you taped, gagged, and
Ask around, I liked the circus, so I clap a clown

Ay yo man, for all the shout-outs
For my dudes who keep shoutin', I it baby
They're my
I ain't hear you say Banks name in a
Talkin' 'bout Koch a graveyard, you just signed off for to go there
Ay yo P, he a sucker, get from that dude B
You ain't got no with buck teeth
You know how ya got no swag
Whoever let you sign off on them tanktops
Is stupid just yo' dumb ass
Them is tops
Whoever wore that outside was a homo, gay ass
Ay yo stop calling my probation too
Why you talkin' my probation
You tryna get me up Curtis
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 they to see me
Ay yo if I go to jail, Curtis put me in
It's crazy, how I gotta report to probation Thursday
I ain't supposed to report for weeks
I gotta go Thursday and he my probation
Ay yo, lemme get off this mic now cuz I know how you get
Rat ass nigga, that's true story, not even a joke, I'm dead serious