Luyện nghe bài hát Curve

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

From Ecuador, extra raw, repituar, like the
Few Beretta scars, get ya ajared
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 arch lick a ma
Get a you about to get ram hard

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

Louie socks tho, you can see the
And I chop, blo, blo, no
out in the woods, no po, po
He the deal 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 watch a 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, outta my socks and my sweats
Get cash but my gwaps in a check

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

Curve
No curve
Curve
No curve

Curve
No trick
nigga
No trick

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

Look, diamonds around her wrist, behind the cliffs
her equivalent to 600 dimes of piff
Off the menu, I'm from a different venue
These Nikes, don't ask, discontinued, miscontinue
One will end you
Please 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 killa help
My doors are suicide, bitch, go kill
Since you feel yaself, .9 mill to steal ya
Please stop me

Yeah, I know a lotta y'all hatin' wanna me still
Listen good, I don't care how you feel
I'm actually real, for real 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 field
Get ya slip, can you vision it?
the gun son, put in a different clip

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

nigga
No trick
nigga
No curve

Curve
No trick
nigga
No curve

Hundred 40th, Harlem you know it is