Luyện nghe bài hát Curve

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

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

I need a freak, I mean a ma
And my dick you can lick like a 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

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 gotta get
Come a mobster get fresh
Linen and Ostrich on

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

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

nigga
No trick
Curve
No curve

nigga
No trick
Curve
No curve

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

Look, diamonds around her wrist, house the cliffs
Left her to 600 dimes of piff
Off the menu, I'm from a different venue
Nikes, don't ask, discontinued, must miscontinue
One will end you
stop watchin' me

Yeah, I can't front baby girl, I'm to watch
I ask her one thing, "Girl, you or not?"
I make scrilla melt, you don't need killa
My doors are suicide, bitch, go kill
Since you feel yaself, .9 to steal ya health
stop watchin' 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 wrapped 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 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 then tell the girl to curve

nigga
No curve
nigga
No curve

Curve
No curve
nigga
No trick

40th, Harlem you know what it is