Luyện nghe bài hát Cuurtis

1:
The or the Lamby
Cam be stuffed in some
This ain't a Curtis, I'm freaking with family
See my squad done waited right behind them that's gated
Hopped out the bastard, reincarnated
Yep, so have a seat, this be a masterpiece
I have to beef, he like a gorilla, with rabbit teeth
Bugs Monkey, act hard wit' a crack god that mack
That video ain't Queens, your backyard
Cuurtis, messing 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 the Lightey brothers, Dave and Mike
Huh, believe me hoe, you G me though
Jimmy the president, he the CEO
Zeke is the president, evident, he'll cock and spray
Santana underboss, I sign off Dr. Dre
I fuck with Zo too, waddup, Sa Pa Se
the cocoa macok, tessozo, rock away
I the clip, never be friends with you pricks
Shout to a Queens dude, ya know, Kenneth McGriff
He ran police, you run with police
You ain't Southside
You 'bout to get your mouth

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

2:
Ay yo, check the tale, break they neck and nails
for me to sex they tail, but let's talk record sales
Juelz, 800, Jim, 400
I cop more cribs, more cars, got more
Yeah I rocked the Roc so it doc, you copper top
My niggaz, watch 'em ball, your dudes, I watch 'em
Yep, so beware, dog I'm be clear
Banks bricked, Mobb bricked, Buck been out for three years
Lemme be fair, I hop up off a sweet
Right to Lennox, ain't no sand, but I'm on my beach
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, for all the shout-outs
For my dudes who keep shoutin', I it baby
They're my
I ain't you say Banks name in a minute
'bout Koch a graveyard, you just signed off for Prodigy to go there
Ay yo P, he a sucker, get from that dude B
You ain't got no with buck teeth
You know how ya got no swag
Whoever let you off on them G-Unit tanktops
Is stupid like yo' dumb ass
Them is brazier
wore that outside was a homo, gay ass nigga
Ay yo calling 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 called me today, said they to see me
Ay yo if I go to jail, put me in jail
It's crazy, how I gotta report to next Thursday
I ain't supposed to report for weeks
I go Thursday and he mentioned my probation
Ay yo, lemme get off this mic now cuz I know how you get
Rat ass nigga, that's story, that's not even a joke, I'm dead serious