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 squad done waited right them bars that's gated
out the casket bastard, reincarnated
Yep, so have a seat, this gon' be a
I to beef, he look like a gorilla, with rabbit teeth
Bugs Monkey, act wit' a crack god that mack broads
video ain't Queens, it's your backyard
Cuurtis, what's wit' ya head 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 family's
Soo-Woo, my A.R. lights that to fight from day to night
When I smack the brothers, Dave and Mike
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
underboss, I sign off like Dr. Dre
I with Zo Pound too, waddup, Sa Pa Se
Grab the cocoa macok, tessozo, away
I extended the clip, be friends with you pricks
Shout to a real Queens dude, ya know, Kenneth
He ran from police, you run 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 deserve to be
Cuurtis, damn, some courtesy Curtis
(Repeat)

2:
Ay yo, check the tale, break 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 more
I rocked the Roc so stop 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 been out for three years
Lemme be fair, I hop up off a Lear
Right to Lennox, no sand, but I'm on my beach chair
Visa knottail, and dog we not
You don'r club in New York, you party out in
I can't be clowned, beef dog, how we now
And how you livin', you live in Tyson's
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, thanks for all the
For my who keep shoutin', I love it baby
my brothers
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 that B
You ain't got no swag with buck
You know how ya got no swag
Whoever let you sign off on G-Unit tanktops
Is stupid like yo' dumb ass
Them is tops
Whoever wore that outside was a homo, gay ass
Ay yo stop calling my officer too
Why you 'bout my probation
You tryna get me up Curtis
Ay yo Curtis you really get me locked up
You said something about my probation on song
Next thing you know my probation called 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 next
I ain't to report for three weeks
I gotta go Thursday and he mentioned my
Ay yo, lemme get off this mic now cuz I know how you get
Rat ass nigga, that's true story, that's not even a joke, I'm serious