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 stink, you heard a tic tacs?
Curve man, get here
Big Pun was alive he'd you to go that way, curve

From Ecuador, extra raw, repituar, the reservoir
Few Beretta scars, get ya ajared
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 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 could he not

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 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 Ostrich on

I know ya'll wish that them shots 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 alota my gwaps in a

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

nigga
No trick
nigga
No trick

nigga
No curve
nigga
No curve

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

Look, around her wrist, house behind the cliffs
Left her equivalent to 600 dimes of
Off the winter menu, I'm from a different
These Nikes, don't ask, discontinued, 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 melt, you don't need killa help
My doors are suicide, bitch, go yaself
Since you feel yaself, .9 mill to ya health
Please watchin' me

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

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

nigga
No curve
nigga
No curve

nigga
No trick
nigga
No trick

40th, Harlem you know what it is