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 waited 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 mack broads
That ain't Queens, it's your backyard
Cuurtis, messing wit' ya head bad
Ya dead mad, but dag that, security red flags
You bangin' 5, rocks 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 brothers, Dave and Mike
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
the cocoa macok, tessozo, rock away
I extended the clip, be friends with you pricks
Shout to a real Queens dude, ya know, Kenneth
He ran from police, you run 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, some courtesy Curtis
(Repeat)

2:
Ay yo, check the tale, girls break they and nails
Just for me to sex they tail, but talk record sales
Juelz, 800, Jim, 400
I cop more cribs, cars, got more blunted
I rocked 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
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 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 Tyson's
Plus you can't be found, I'll have you taped, gagged, and
Ask around, I never liked the circus, so I clap a

Ay yo man, thanks for all the
For my who keep shoutin', I love it baby
my brothers
I ain't hear you say name in a minute
Talkin' 'bout Koch a graveyard, you just signed off for Prodigy to go
Ay yo P, he a sucker, get away from dude B
You ain't got no swag buck teeth
You know how ya ain't got no
Whoever let you sign off on them tanktops
Is stupid just yo' dumb ass
Them is tops
Whoever wore that was a homo, gay ass nigga
Ay yo stop my probation officer too
Why you 'bout my probation
You tryna get me locked up
Ay yo you really tryna get me locked up
You said something about my on your song
Next thing you know my probation called me today, said they need to see me
Ay yo if I go to jail, Curtis put me in
It's crazy, how I gotta to probation next Thursday
I ain't supposed to report for three
I gotta go Thursday and he my probation
Ay yo, get off this mic now cuz I know how you get down
Rat ass nigga, that's story, that's not even a joke, I'm dead serious