Luyện nghe bài hát Cuurtis

1:
The or the Lamby
Cam be in some candy
This ain't a label Curtis, I'm freaking family
See my done waited right behind them bars that's gated
out the casket bastard, reincarnated
Yep, so a seat, this gon' be a masterpiece
I have to beef, he like a gorilla, with rabbit teeth
Bugs Monkey, act hard a crack god that mack broads
That video ain't Queens, it's backyard
Cuurtis, what's messing ya head bad
Ya dead mad, but dag that, security red flags
You bangin' 5, rocks and signs my way
Fine play, I it nuetral, but my family's 9-Trey
Soo-Woo, my A.R. lights that stay to from day to night
I smack the Lightey brothers, Dave and Mike
Huh, believe me hoe, you can't G me
ain't the president, he the CEO
Zeke is the president, it's evident, he'll cock and
Santana underboss, I sign off Dr. Dre
I fuck 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 mouth

Cuurtis, uh, it DJ
Cuurtis, you ain't 50, 50 Cent's BK
Cuurtis, yep, he to be nervous
Cuurtis, damn, show some Curtis
(Repeat)

2:
Ay yo, check the tale, girls they neck and nails
Just for me to sex they tail, but let's talk sales
Juelz, 800, Jim, 400
I cop more cribs, more cars, got 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 be clear
Banks bricked, bricked, Buck 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 club in New York, you party out in Scotsdale
I can't be clowned, beef dog, how we now
And how you livin', you live in Tyson's
Plus you be found, I'll have you taped, gagged, and bound
Ask around, I never the circus, so I clap a clown

Ay yo man, for all the shout-outs
For my dudes who keep shoutin', I love it
They're my
I ain't you say Banks name in a minute
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 swag with teeth
You how ya ain't got no swag
Whoever let you sign off on G-Unit tanktops
Is just like yo' dumb ass
Them is tops
Whoever wore that 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 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 report to probation next Thursday
I ain't to report for three weeks
I go Thursday and he mentioned my probation
Ay yo, lemme get off this mic now cuz I how you get down
Rat ass nigga, true story, that's not even a joke, I'm dead serious