Luyện nghe bài hát Cuurtis

1:
The or the Lamby
Cam be in some candy
This a label Curtis, I'm freaking with family
See my squad done waited right behind them bars that's
Hopped out the bastard, reincarnated
Yep, so have a seat, gon' be a masterpiece
I have to beef, he look like a gorilla, rabbit teeth
Bugs Monkey, act wit' a crack god that mack broads
That video ain't Queens, it's backyard
Cuurtis, messing wit' ya head bad
Ya dead mad, but dag that, security red flags
You bangin' 5, rocks and signs my way
Fine play, I keep it nuetral, but my 9-Trey
Soo-Woo, my A.R. lights that to fight from day to night
When I smack the Lightey brothers, and Mike
Huh, believe me hoe, you can't G me
Jimmy the president, he the CEO
Zeke is the president, it's evident, he'll cock and
underboss, I sign off like Dr. Dre
I fuck Zo Pound too, waddup, Sa Pa Se
Grab the macok, tessozo, rock away
I extended the clip, be friends with you pricks
Shout to a real Queens dude, ya know, Kenneth
He ran police, you run with police
You ain't Southside
You to get your mouth wide

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

2:
Ay yo, check the tale, girls break neck and nails
Just for me to sex they tail, but let's talk 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, dudes, I watch 'em flop
Yep, so beware, dog I'm tryna be
Banks bricked, Mobb bricked, ain't been out for three years
Lemme be fair, I hop up off a Lear
Right to Lennox, ain't no sand, but I'm on my chair
knottail, and dog we not frail
You don'r club in New York, you 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, thanks for all the
For my who keep shoutin', I love it baby
my brothers
I ain't hear you say name in a minute
Talkin' Koch a graveyard, you just signed off for Prodigy to go there
Ay yo P, he a sucker, get away that dude B
You got no swag with buck teeth
You how ya ain't got no swag
Whoever let you sign off on them G-Unit
Is just like yo' dumb ass
Them is tops
Whoever that outside was a homo, gay ass nigga
Ay yo stop calling my officer too
Why you talkin' 'bout my
You get me locked up Curtis
Ay yo Curtis you really tryna get me up
You said something about my probation on 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 to probation next Thursday
I ain't supposed to report for three
I go Thursday and he mentioned 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