Luyện nghe bài hát Curve

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

From Ecuador, extra raw, repituar, the reservoir
Few Beretta scars, get ya neck
Respect ya pa, believe, bet a card

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

I'm Rambo, commando,
You'll disappear, vato
Got doe, gwap, hoes, go
Ratt, tatt, tatt, how he not know?

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

I get dough tho, he a no
I'm so high, high, in the low, low
I ain't got a address but yo I gotta get
Come watch a mobster get
Linen and on deck

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

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

Curve
No curve
nigga
No trick

Curve
No curve
nigga
No trick

Yo, damn Cam, why they startin'
Forced in garden, kitchen, parkay
Lil' pimps, them whores
'em to the crib, right in side her ribs
Right outside her ribs, right her chips
Please watchin' me

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

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

Yeah, I know a y'all hatin' wanna clap me still
Listen good, I care how you actually feel
'Cause I'm real, for real wrapped in steel
And the roof open up like a happy

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

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

Curve
No trick
nigga
No trick

Curve
No trick
Curve
No trick

Hundred 40th, Harlem you know it is