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 mean get away from me
Ya breath stink, you a tic tacs?
man, get outta here
Big Pun was alive he'd tell you to go way, curve

From Ecuador, extra raw, repituar, the reservoir
Few scars, get ya neck ajared
Respect ya pa, believe, bet a card

I need a freak, I mean a ma
And my dick you can lick like a uh
And ya back, you can arch lick a 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 could he not

socks 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 a mobster get fresh
and Ostrich on deck

I know ya'll wish them shots woulda shot 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 in a check

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

nigga
No trick
Curve
No curve

Curve
No trick
nigga
No curve

Yo, damn Cam, why they startin'
Forced in garden, kitchen, floors
Lil' pimps, watch them
'em to the crib, right in side her ribs
Right outside her ribs, 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 clip end you
Please stop 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 need help
My doors are suicide, bitch, go yaself
Since you feel yaself, .9 mill to steal ya
stop watchin' me

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

Get a grip, you won't feel shit
We single file, like we on a field trip
Get ya permission slip, can you it?
the gun son, put in a different clip

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 tell the girl to curve

Curve
No curve
nigga
No trick

nigga
No trick
Curve
No curve

Hundred 40th, Harlem you what it is