Luyện nghe bài hát Curse

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

[Verse 1:
my clock, I can't stop
Fuck around, my 40 pop
No popcorn, I pop
my body, clothing no issue
Makes you look sick, you a tissue
You drop a body, I might bless you
I met [?], no high
Where Jenny Craig? Bitch let's get

2: ]
Why the fuck I'd lie?
Pussy bet that pistol party of the skies
I could see it in your
Runnin' the reaper, fuck I'm not afraid to die
creepin' on my line
Got my upset, these hos I fucked and left behind
Need at least two at a
[?] foreign, took it over, lost my fuckin'
Instigatin's why I don't these bitch
and lame ass nigga
Gangbang for fake hitta
I ain't seen squad wit' ya
I don't need to ya fuck the [?]
myself an ounce and worth the wait
Seen the Bobby around the way
Who the fuck catchin'? Not today

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

3: Kin$oul]
Hit you with the tac
Hit 'em where it hurt, make it work
make her squirt, nigga I do dirt
Nigga merc, put 'em in the earth
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
be the first, how much is you worth?
Sell you to a merch, I just wanna
I don't wanna flirt, why your feelings
Cha cha slide, all in that
How you doin' love? go make a movie
God you lookin' good, [?] you in Gucci
Love the breast, bitin' on yo' booty

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