Luyện nghe bài hát Curve

Na I told shorty to curve, she like curve? I'm like
She what 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, raw, repituar, like the reservoir
Few Beretta scars, get ya neck
ya pa, don't believe, bet a card

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

I'm Rambo, commando,
You'll disappear, vamanose
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 but yo I gotta get dressed
watch a mobster get fresh
Linen and on deck

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

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

nigga
No curve
nigga
No trick

Curve
No trick
Curve
No trick

Yo, damn Cam, why they startin'
Forced in garden, kitchen, floors
Lil' pimps, watch them
Slide 'em to the crib, right in her ribs
outside her ribs, right inside her chips
Please watchin' me

Look, diamonds 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 will 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 help
My are suicide, bitch, go kill yaself
Since you feel yaself, .9 mill to ya health
stop watchin' me

Yeah, I a lotta y'all hatin' wanna clap me still
Listen good, I don't care how you actually
I'm actually real, for real wrapped 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?
Empty the gun son, put in a clip

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

Curve
No trick
nigga
No curve

Curve
No trick
Curve
No trick

Hundred 40th, Harlem you know it is