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 done waited right behind them that's gated
Hopped out the bastard, reincarnated
Yep, so a seat, this gon' be a masterpiece
I have to beef, he like a gorilla, with rabbit teeth
Monkey, act hard wit' a crack god that mack broads
That video 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' rocks and my way
Fine play, I keep it nuetral, but my 9-Trey
Soo-Woo, my A.R. lights that stay to fight 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
is the president, it's evident, he'll cock and spray
Santana underboss, I off like Dr. Dre
I fuck with Zo too, waddup, Sa Pa Se
Grab the cocoa macok, tessozo, rock
I extended the clip, never be with you pricks
Shout to a Queens dude, ya know, Kenneth 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 from 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 sales
Juelz, 800, Jim, 400
I cop more cribs, cars, got more blunted
Yeah I rocked the Roc so 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
be fair, I hop up off a sweet Lear
Right to Lennox, ain't no sand, but I'm on my chair
knottail, and dog we not frail
You club in New York, you party out in Scotsdale
I can't be clowned, beef dog, how 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 liked the circus, so I a clown

Ay yo man, thanks for all the
For my dudes who keep shoutin', I it baby
my brothers
I hear you say Banks name in a minute
Talkin' 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 swag buck teeth
You how ya ain't got no swag
let you sign off on them G-Unit tanktops
Is stupid just like yo' ass
is brazier tops
Whoever wore outside was a homo, gay ass nigga
Ay yo stop calling my officer too
Why you talkin' my probation
You tryna get me up Curtis
Ay yo Curtis you really tryna get me up
You something about my probation on your song
Next thing you know my probation officer called me today, said they to see me
Ay yo if I go to jail, Curtis put me in
It's crazy, how I gotta report to next Thursday
I ain't to report for three weeks
I go Thursday and he mentioned 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 even a joke, I'm serious