Luyện nghe bài hát Curve

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

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

I need a freak, I 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 about to get ram

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

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 dough tho, he a no
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
Linen and on deck

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

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

Curve
No trick
nigga
No curve

Curve
No curve
nigga
No curve

Yo, damn Cam, why they wars?
Forced in garden, kitchen, floors
pimps, watch them whores
Slide 'em to the crib, right in side her
Right outside her ribs, inside her chips
stop watchin' me

Look, diamonds her wrist, house behind the cliffs
Left her to 600 dimes 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 can't front baby girl, I'm somethin' to
I ask her one thing, "Girl, you or not?"
I make melt, you don't need killa help
My doors are suicide, bitch, go kill
Since you feel yaself, .9 mill to ya health
Please watchin' me

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

Get a grip, you won't feel shit
We move single file, like we on a field
Get ya slip, can you vision it?
the gun son, put in a different 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 the girl to curve

Curve
No trick
Curve
No curve

Curve
No curve
Curve
No curve

40th, Harlem you know what it is