Luyện nghe bài hát Cuurtis

1:
The or the Lamby
Cam be in some candy
This ain't a label Curtis, I'm with family
See my squad done right behind them bars that's gated
Hopped out the bastard, reincarnated
Yep, so have a seat, gon' 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 ain't Queens, it's your backyard
Cuurtis, what's messing wit' ya bad
Ya dead mad, but dag that, security 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 stay to fight from day to night
When I smack the Lightey brothers, and Mike
Huh, me hoe, you can't G me though
Jimmy the president, he the CEO
Zeke is the president, it's evident, he'll cock and
Santana underboss, I off like Dr. Dre
I fuck 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 ain't Southside
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 courtesy Curtis
(Repeat)

2:
Ay yo, check the tale, girls break they and nails
for me to sex they tail, but let's talk record sales
Juelz, 800, Jim, 400
I cop more cribs, cars, got more blunted
Yeah I the Roc so stop it doc, you copper top
My niggaz, watch 'em ball, dudes, I watch 'em flop
Yep, so beware, dog I'm be clear
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 party out in
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 you taped, gagged, and bound
Ask around, I never liked the circus, so I a clown

Ay yo man, thanks for all the
For my dudes who keep shoutin', I love it
They're my
I hear 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 that dude B
You ain't got no swag with buck
You how ya ain't got no swag
Whoever let you sign off on them G-Unit
Is stupid like yo' dumb ass
Them is brazier
Whoever wore outside was a homo, gay ass nigga
Ay yo stop calling my officer too
Why you 'bout my probation
You tryna get me up Curtis
Ay yo Curtis you really tryna get me 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, Curtis put me in
crazy, how I gotta report to probation next Thursday
I ain't supposed to report for three
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, that's not a joke, I'm dead serious