Luyện nghe bài hát Cuurtis

1:
The or the Lamby
Cam be stuffed in some
This a label Curtis, I'm freaking with family
See my squad done right behind them bars that's gated
Hopped out the bastard, reincarnated
Yep, so have a seat, this be a masterpiece
I have to beef, he look like a gorilla, rabbit teeth
Bugs Monkey, act hard wit' a god that mack broads
That video ain't Queens, it's your
Cuurtis, what's wit' ya head 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. lights stay to fight from day to night
When I smack the brothers, Dave and Mike
Huh, believe me hoe, you G me though
ain't the president, he the CEO
Zeke is the president, it's evident, he'll cock and
underboss, I sign off like Dr. Dre
I with Zo Pound too, waddup, Sa Pa Se
the cocoa macok, tessozo, rock away
I extended the clip, never be friends with you
Shout to a real dude, ya know, Kenneth McGriff
He ran from police, you run with
You ain't 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, some courtesy Curtis
(Repeat)

2:
Ay yo, check the tale, girls break they 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 watch 'em
Yep, so beware, dog I'm tryna be
Banks bricked, Mobb bricked, Buck ain't 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
Visa knottail, and dog we not
You don'r club in New York, you out in Scotsdale
I can't be clowned, dog, how dare we now
And how you livin', you live in hand-me-down
you can't be found, I'll have you taped, gagged, and bound
Ask around, I never the circus, so I clap a clown

Ay yo man, thanks for all the
For my dudes who keep shoutin', I it baby
They're my
I ain't you say Banks 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 with buck teeth
You how ya ain't got no swag
Whoever let you sign off on them G-Unit
Is just like yo' dumb ass
Them is brazier
Whoever wore outside was a homo, gay ass nigga
Ay yo stop calling my probation too
Why you talkin' my probation
You get me locked up Curtis
Ay yo Curtis you really tryna get me up
You said something about my on your song
Next thing you my probation officer called me today, said they need to see me
Ay yo if I go to jail, put me in jail
It's crazy, how I report to probation next Thursday
I ain't supposed to for three weeks
I gotta go and he mentioned my probation
Ay yo, get off this mic now cuz I know how you get down
Rat ass nigga, that's true story, that's not even a joke, I'm serious