Luyện nghe bài hát Curve

Na I told shorty to curve, she curve? 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 tell you to go that way, curve

From Ecuador, raw, repituar, like the reservoir
Few Beretta scars, get ya neck
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 lick a ramp ma
Get a helmet you to get ram hard

I'm Rambo, commando,
You'll disappear, vamanose
Got doe, gwap, hoes, go
Ratt, tatt, tatt, how he not know?

Louie socks tho, you can see the
And I chop, blo, blo, no
out in the woods, no po, po
He wired the a no go yo

I get dough tho, he a no
I'm so high, high, in the low, low
I got a address but yo I gotta get dressed
watch a mobster get fresh
Linen and on deck

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

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

Curve
No curve
nigga
No curve

Curve
No curve
Curve
No curve

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

Look, diamonds around her wrist, house behind the
Left her equivalent to 600 of piff
Off the winter menu, I'm a different venue
Nikes, don't ask, discontinued, must miscontinue
One will end you
stop watchin' me

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

Yeah, I know a y'all hatin' wanna clap me still
Listen good, I don't care how you actually
'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 file, like we on a field trip
Get ya permission slip, can you it?
Empty the gun son, put in a different

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 then tell the girl to curve

Curve
No curve
nigga
No curve

nigga
No trick
Curve
No curve

Hundred 40th, Harlem you what it is