Luyện nghe bài hát Cuurtis

1:
The or the Lamby
Cam be stuffed in some
This ain't a label Curtis, I'm freaking family
See my squad waited right behind them bars that's gated
Hopped out the casket bastard,
Yep, so have a seat, gon' be a masterpiece
I have to beef, he look like a gorilla, with rabbit
Bugs Monkey, act hard wit' a crack god that mack
video ain't Queens, it's your backyard
Cuurtis, what's messing ya head bad
Ya mad, but dag that, security with red flags
You bangin' 5, shootin' and signs my way
play, I keep it nuetral, but my family's 9-Trey
Soo-Woo, my A.R. lights that stay to fight day to night
When I smack the Lightey brothers, Dave and
Huh, believe me hoe, you can't G me
ain't the president, he the CEO
Zeke is the president, it's evident, cock and spray
underboss, I sign off like Dr. Dre
I with Zo Pound too, waddup, Sa Pa Se
Grab the cocoa macok, tessozo, away
I the clip, never be friends with you pricks
Shout to a real Queens dude, ya know, McGriff
He ran from police, you run with
You ain't from
You to get your mouth wide

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 record
Juelz, 800, Jim, 400
I cop cribs, more cars, got more blunted
Yeah I the Roc so stop it doc, you copper top
My niggaz, watch 'em ball, your dudes, I watch 'em
Yep, so beware, dog I'm be clear
bricked, Mobb bricked, Buck ain't been out for three years
Lemme be fair, I hop up off a sweet
to Lennox, ain't 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 can't be clowned, dog, how dare we now
And how you livin', you live in hand-me-down
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 shoutin', I love it baby
my brothers
I ain't hear you say Banks in a minute
Talkin' 'bout 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 swag buck teeth
You know how ya got no swag
Whoever let you sign off on G-Unit tanktops
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 talkin' 'bout my
You tryna get me up Curtis
Ay yo Curtis you really tryna get me up
You said something about my probation on song
Next you know my probation officer called 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 to report for three weeks
I gotta go Thursday and he mentioned my
Ay yo, lemme get off mic now cuz I know how you get down
Rat ass nigga, that's true story, not even a joke, I'm dead serious