Luyện nghe bài hát Cuurtis

1:
The or the Lamby
Cam be stuffed in 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 casket bastard,
Yep, so a seat, this gon' be a masterpiece
I to beef, he look like a gorilla, with rabbit teeth
Bugs Monkey, act hard wit' a crack god that mack
That video ain't Queens, it's your
Cuurtis, messing wit' ya head bad
Ya mad, but dag that, security with 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 from day to
When I smack the Lightey brothers, Dave and
Huh, believe me hoe, you G me though
ain't the president, he the CEO
Zeke is the president, it's evident, he'll cock and
Santana underboss, I off like Dr. Dre
I with Zo Pound too, waddup, Sa Pa Se
the cocoa macok, tessozo, rock away
I extended the clip, 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 your wide

Cuurtis, uh, it DJ
Cuurtis, you 50, 50 Cent's from BK
Cuurtis, yep, he deserve to be
Cuurtis, damn, show some Curtis
(Repeat)

2:
Ay yo, check the tale, break they neck 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, 'em ball, your dudes, I watch 'em flop
Yep, so beware, dog I'm tryna be
Banks bricked, Mobb bricked, Buck ain't 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 beach
Visa knottail, and dog we not
You don'r club in New York, you out in Scotsdale
I can't be clowned, 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 never the circus, so I clap a clown

Ay yo man, for all the shout-outs
For my who keep shoutin', I love it baby
They're my
I ain't hear you say Banks name in a
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 ain't got no with buck teeth
You know how ya got no swag
let you sign off on them G-Unit tanktops
Is stupid like yo' dumb ass
Them is tops
wore that outside was a homo, gay ass nigga
Ay yo stop my probation officer too
Why you talkin' my probation
You tryna get me locked up
Ay yo Curtis you tryna get me locked up
You something about my probation 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 probation Thursday
I ain't to report for three weeks
I go Thursday and he mentioned 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 serious