Luyện nghe bài hát Curve

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

From Ecuador, extra raw, repituar, like the
Few Beretta scars, get ya ajared
Respect ya pa, 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 arch a ramp 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 the deal 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 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 cash but alota my gwaps in a

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

Curve
No curve
Curve
No trick

nigga
No trick
nigga
No curve

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

Look, diamonds around her wrist, behind the cliffs
her equivalent to 600 dimes 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 killa help
My doors are suicide, bitch, go kill
Since you yaself, .9 mill to steal ya health
Please watchin' me

Yeah, I know a lotta y'all hatin' clap me still
Listen good, I care how you actually feel
'Cause I'm actually real, for wrapped in steel
And the roof up like a happy meal

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

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

Curve
No trick
nigga
No trick

Curve
No curve
Curve
No trick

Hundred 40th, Harlem you know it is