Luyện nghe bài hát Curve

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

From Ecuador, extra raw, repituar, the reservoir
Few scars, get ya neck ajared
ya pa, don't believe, bet a card

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

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

socks 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 tho, he a no show
I'm so high, high, in the low, low
I ain't got a address but yo I gotta get
Come a mobster get fresh
Linen and Ostrich on

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

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

nigga
No curve
Curve
No curve

nigga
No curve
nigga
No curve

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

Look, diamonds around her wrist, house the cliffs
Left her equivalent to 600 of piff
Off the menu, I'm from a different venue
Nikes, don't ask, discontinued, must miscontinue
One will end you
Please stop 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 need killa help
My doors are suicide, bitch, go kill
you feel yaself, .9 mill to steal ya health
Please watchin' me

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

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

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

Curve
No curve
nigga
No curve

nigga
No trick
nigga
No trick

Hundred 40th, Harlem you know it is