Luyện nghe bài hát Cuurtis

1:
The or the Lamby
Cam be in some candy
This ain't a label Curtis, I'm with family
See my squad waited right behind them bars that's gated
Hopped out the bastard, reincarnated
Yep, so have a seat, this gon' be a
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 wit' ya head bad
Ya dead mad, but dag that, security with red
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 Lightey brothers, Dave and
Huh, me hoe, you can't G me though
Jimmy the president, he the CEO
Zeke is the president, it's evident, cock and spray
underboss, I sign off like Dr. Dre
I fuck Zo Pound too, waddup, Sa Pa Se
the cocoa macok, tessozo, rock away
I extended the clip, never be with you pricks
Shout to a Queens dude, ya know, Kenneth McGriff
He ran police, you run with police
You ain't Southside
You 'bout to get your mouth

Cuurtis, uh, it DJ
Cuurtis, you ain't 50, 50 from BK
Cuurtis, yep, he deserve to be
Cuurtis, damn, show some courtesy
(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 tryna be
Banks bricked, Mobb bricked, Buck been out for three years
Lemme be fair, I hop up off a Lear
to Lennox, ain't no sand, but I'm on my beach chair
Visa knottail, and dog we not
You don'r club in New York, you party out in
I can't be clowned, dog, how dare we now
And how you livin', you live in Tyson's
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, thanks for all the
For my dudes who shoutin', I love it baby
my brothers
I hear you say Banks name in a minute
'bout Koch a graveyard, you just signed off for Prodigy to go there
Ay yo P, he a sucker, get away that dude B
You ain't got no swag with buck
You know how ya ain't got no
Whoever let you off on them G-Unit tanktops
Is just like yo' dumb ass
Them is tops
Whoever that outside was a homo, gay ass nigga
Ay yo calling my probation officer too
Why you talkin' my probation
You get me locked up Curtis
Ay yo you really tryna get me locked up
You said something about my on your song
Next you know 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 gotta report to probation Thursday
I ain't supposed to for three weeks
I go Thursday and he mentioned my probation
Ay yo, lemme get off this mic now cuz I know how you get
Rat ass nigga, that's true story, that's not even a joke, I'm dead