Luyện nghe bài hát Curve

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

Ecuador, extra raw, repituar, like the reservoir
Few Beretta scars, get ya ajared
Respect ya pa, don't believe, bet a

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 to get ram hard

I'm Rambo, commando,
disappear, vamanose vato
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 gotta get
watch a mobster get fresh
Linen and Ostrich on

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

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

Curve
No trick
nigga
No curve

nigga
No trick
Curve
No curve

Yo, Cam, why they startin' wars?
Forced in garden, kitchen, floors
Lil' pimps, watch whores
Slide 'em to the crib, right in her ribs
Right outside her ribs, right inside her
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
Nikes, don't ask, discontinued, must miscontinue
One clip 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 feel yaself, .9 to steal ya health
Please stop me

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

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

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

nigga
No trick
nigga
No trick

nigga
No curve
nigga
No curve

Hundred 40th, Harlem you know it is