Luyện nghe bài hát Curve

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

From Ecuador, extra raw, repituar, the reservoir
Few Beretta scars, get ya 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 lick a 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 he not know?

Louie tho, you can see the logo
And I chop, blo, blo, no
out in the woods, no po, po
He wired the 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 get dressed
Come watch a mobster get
Linen and Ostrich on

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

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

nigga
No curve
nigga
No curve

nigga
No curve
Curve
No curve

Yo, damn Cam, why startin' wars?
Forced in garden, kitchen, parkay
Lil' pimps, watch them
Slide 'em to the crib, right in side her
outside her ribs, right inside her chips
Please stop me

Look, around her wrist, house behind the cliffs
Left her equivalent to 600 of piff
Off the winter menu, I'm from a 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 are suicide, bitch, go kill yaself
Since you feel yaself, .9 mill to ya health
Please watchin' me

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

Get a steel grip, you feel shit
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 actin' absurred
And he sorta like a bird then tell tha to curve
Girls too, if she gettin' on ya nerves and she
Lotta nerve then tell the to curve

nigga
No trick
Curve
No trick

Curve
No trick
nigga
No curve

40th, Harlem you know what it is