Luyện nghe bài hát Curve

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

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

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

I'm Rambo, commando,
disappear, vamanose 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 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 watch a mobster get
Linen and on deck

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' my socks and my sweats
Get cash but alota my in a check

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

Curve
No trick
Curve
No curve

nigga
No trick
Curve
No trick

Yo, damn Cam, why they startin'
Forced in garden, kitchen, floors
Lil' pimps, them whores
Slide 'em to the crib, in side her ribs
Right outside her ribs, inside her chips
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, must
One will end you
Please watchin' me

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

Yeah, I know a lotta y'all hatin' clap me still
Listen good, I don't how you actually feel
'Cause I'm actually real, for real 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 slip, can you vision it?
Empty the gun son, put in a clip

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

Curve
No trick
Curve
No trick

Curve
No curve
Curve
No curve

Hundred 40th, Harlem you know it is