Luyện nghe bài hát Cuurtis

1:
The or the Lamby
Cam be in some candy
This ain't a label Curtis, I'm freaking with
See my done waited right behind them bars that's gated
Hopped out the casket bastard,
Yep, so have a seat, this gon' be a
I have to beef, he look like a gorilla, rabbit teeth
Bugs Monkey, act hard wit' a crack god that mack
That video ain't Queens, it's your
Cuurtis, what's messing wit' ya bad
Ya dead mad, but dag that, security red flags
You 5, shootin' rocks and signs 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 smack the brothers, Dave and Mike
Huh, believe me hoe, you can't G me
Jimmy the president, he the CEO
Zeke is the president, it's evident, cock and spray
Santana underboss, I sign off Dr. Dre
I fuck Zo Pound too, waddup, Sa Pa Se
the cocoa macok, tessozo, rock away
I the clip, never be friends with you pricks
to a real Queens dude, ya know, Kenneth McGriff
He ran from police, you run police
You ain't Southside
You 'bout to get your wide

Cuurtis, uh, it DJ
Cuurtis, you ain't 50, 50 from BK
Cuurtis, yep, he deserve to be
Cuurtis, damn, show some Curtis
(Repeat)

2:
Ay yo, the tale, girls break they neck and nails
Just for me to sex they tail, but let's record sales
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 tryna be
Banks bricked, Mobb bricked, Buck ain't out for three years
be fair, I hop up off a sweet 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 out in Scotsdale
I can't be clowned, beef dog, how 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 liked 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 hear you say name in a minute
Talkin' Koch a graveyard, you just signed off for Prodigy to go there
Ay yo P, he a sucker, get away that dude B
You got no swag with buck teeth
You know how ya ain't got no
let you sign off on them G-Unit tanktops
Is stupid just yo' dumb ass
is brazier tops
Whoever wore outside was a homo, gay ass nigga
Ay yo stop calling my probation too
Why you talkin' 'bout my
You get me locked 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 called me today, said they to see me
Ay yo if I go to jail, put me in jail
It's crazy, how I gotta report to probation 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, true story, that's not even a joke, I'm dead serious