Luyện nghe bài hát Curve

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

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

I a freak, I mean a tramp ma
And my you can lick like a stamp uh
And ya back, you can lick 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 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 gotta get
Come a mobster get fresh
Linen and Ostrich on

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

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

nigga
No curve
Curve
No trick

Curve
No trick
Curve
No curve

Yo, damn Cam, why startin' wars?
in garden, kitchen, parkay floors
Lil' pimps, watch whores
Slide 'em to the crib, right in her ribs
outside her ribs, right inside her chips
Please watchin' 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
Nikes, don't ask, discontinued, must miscontinue
One clip end you
stop watchin' me

Yeah, I can't front girl, I'm somethin' to watch
I ask her one thing, "Girl, you or not?"
I make scrilla melt, you don't need help
My doors are suicide, bitch, go yaself
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 like a meal

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

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

nigga
No trick
nigga
No trick

Curve
No curve
nigga
No curve

Hundred 40th, Harlem you what it is