Luyện nghe bài hát Curve

Na I told shorty to curve, she curve? I'm like curve
She like that mean, I'm like that mean get away from me
Ya stink, you heard a tic tacs?
Curve man, get here
Big Pun was alive he'd you to go that way, curve

From Ecuador, extra raw, repituar, like the
Few Beretta scars, get ya neck
Respect ya pa, don't believe, bet a

I a freak, I mean a tramp ma
And my dick you can lick a stamp uh
And ya back, you can arch a ramp ma
Get a you about to get ram hard

I'm Rambo, commando,
disappear, vamanose vato
Got doe, gwap, hoes, go
Ratt, tatt, tatt, how could he not

Louie socks tho, you can see the
And I chop, blo, blo, no
out in the woods, no po, po
He wired the a no go yo

I get dough tho, he a no
I'm so high, high, in the low, low
I got a address but yo I gotta get dressed
Come watch a get fresh
Linen and on deck

I know ya'll wish that them woulda shot me to death
But death me, you a mummy, I'm out to get flesh
Dummy money, bustin' my socks and my sweats
Get cash but alota my gwaps in a

my word, if homie actin' absurred
And he sorta like a bird then tell tha dude to
too, if she gettin' on ya nerves and she gota
Lotta then tell the girl to curve

nigga
No curve
nigga
No trick

nigga
No curve
nigga
No curve

Yo, damn Cam, why they startin'
in garden, kitchen, parkay floors
Lil' pimps, watch whores
'em to the crib, right in side her ribs
Right outside her ribs, right inside her
Please stop me

Look, around her wrist, house behind the cliffs
Left her equivalent to 600 of piff
Off the menu, I'm from a different venue
These Nikes, don't ask, discontinued, miscontinue
One clip end you
Please watchin' me

Yeah, I can't front baby girl, I'm somethin' to
I ask her one thing, "Girl, you or not?"
I make scrilla melt, you don't need killa
My doors are suicide, bitch, go yaself
Since you feel yaself, .9 mill to steal ya
Please stop me

Yeah, I know a lotta y'all hatin' clap me still
good, I don't care how you actually feel
'Cause I'm real, for real wrapped in steel
And the roof open up like a meal

Get a steel grip, you won't shit
We move single file, like we on a trip
Get ya permission slip, can you it?
Empty the gun son, put in a different

That's my word, if homie absurred
And he sorta like a bird then tell tha dude to
Girls too, if she gettin' on ya and she gota
Lotta nerve then tell the girl to

nigga
No curve
Curve
No curve

Curve
No trick
Curve
No curve

Hundred 40th, Harlem you know it is