Luyện nghe bài hát Cuurtis

1:
The or the Lamby
Cam be stuffed in candy
This ain't a label Curtis, I'm freaking family
See my done waited right behind them bars that's gated
Hopped out the casket bastard,
Yep, so have a seat, gon' be a masterpiece
I to beef, he look like a gorilla, with rabbit teeth
Bugs Monkey, act hard wit' a crack god that broads
That video ain't Queens, it's backyard
Cuurtis, what's messing wit' ya bad
Ya dead mad, but dag that, security with red
You bangin' 5, shootin' and signs my way
play, I keep it nuetral, but my family's 9-Trey
Soo-Woo, my A.R. that stay to fight from day to night
I smack the Lightey brothers, Dave and Mike
Huh, me hoe, you can't G me though
Jimmy the president, he the CEO
is the president, it's evident, he'll cock and spray
Santana underboss, I off like Dr. Dre
I with 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, McGriff
He ran from police, you run with
You from Southside
You 'bout to get your 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 break neck and nails
Just for me to sex they tail, but let's talk record
Juelz, 800, Jim, 400
I cop more cribs, more cars, got blunted
Yeah I the Roc so stop it doc, you copper top
My niggaz, watch 'em ball, your dudes, I 'em flop
Yep, so beware, dog I'm tryna be
Banks bricked, Mobb bricked, Buck ain't been out for three
Lemme be fair, I hop up off a sweet
Right to Lennox, no sand, but I'm on my beach 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 never liked the circus, so I clap a

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 name in a minute
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 swag buck teeth
You know how ya got no swag
Whoever let you off on them G-Unit tanktops
Is just like yo' dumb ass
Them is tops
Whoever wore that outside was a homo, gay ass
Ay yo calling my probation officer too
Why you talkin' 'bout my
You tryna get me up Curtis
Ay yo Curtis you really get me locked up
You said something my probation on your song
Next thing you know my officer called me today, said they need to see me
Ay yo if I go to jail, Curtis put me in
It's crazy, how I report to probation next Thursday
I ain't to report for three weeks
I gotta go Thursday and he my probation
Ay yo, lemme get off this mic now cuz I how you get down
Rat ass nigga, that's true story, not even a joke, I'm dead serious