Luyện nghe bài hát Curse

[Intro:
Hey my resume
To bass be the
My go hard, A
facts, ayy ayy

[Verse 1:
Check my clock, I can't
Fuck around, my 40 pop
No popcorn, I pop
Revenge my body, no issue
Makes you sick, you need a tissue
You drop a body, I might bless you
I met [?], no cholesterol
Where Jenny Craig? let's get sexual

2: ]
Why the fuck I'd lie?
Pussy nigga bet that pistol of the skies
I see it in your eyes
Runnin' the reaper, fuck I'm not afraid to die
Bitches creepin' on my
Got my upset, these hos I fucked and left behind
Need at least two at a
[?] foreign, took it over, my fuckin' mind
Instigatin's why I trust these bitch
and lame ass nigga
Gangbang for fake hitta
I ain't never seen squad ya
I don't to save ya fuck the [?]
myself an ounce and worth the wait
Seen the Bobby lyin' the way
Who the fuck they Not today

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Ridin' 'round with sinnas, flyin' on the
Spider niggas slippin', hold on, down the window
Low-key schemin', leave his momma
Curse these demons, lord, curse these

[Verse 3:
Hit you the fuckin' tac
Hit 'em where it hurt, nigga make it
make her squirt, nigga I do dirt
Nigga I'ma merc, put 'em in the
Pay me for the verse, put 'em in a
finish first, I just did my first
Protect me my curse

4: ]
Bitch I put in work, with a curse
Wouldn't be the first, how is you worth?
Sell you to a merch, I just wanna
I don't flirt, why your feelings hurt?
Cha cha slide, all in pussy
How you doin' love? Let's go a movie
God you lookin' good, [?] you in Gucci
the chicken breast, bitin' on yo' booty

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Ridin' 'round sinnas, flyin' on the nimbas
Spider niggas slippin', hold on, roll down the
Low-key schemin', leave his screamin'
Curse these demons, lord, curse these