Luyện nghe bài hát Quarterback

Fo sho, pass that nigga
And quit yo gums
See that shit you be barkin'
I done

At least mutha fucka
Bling, blingin' ice
The game hall of fame
I'm in like Rice

fanatic
This nigga known for shootin'
Automatic wit the
Lettin' them have it

magic, abracadabra
Squash the chatter
Your blatter is fin to
When these hollow points

Oh, he bald headed, up
And got his on
banged out
Rowdy get his roll on

Plus he think he hard he just got out the pen
Think I a fuck, I put hands on that man
I'm from the
kilo's, pounds, and quarters

Smoke the smokers
Servin' all you from border to border
your quarter on the freeway
I got your mama and your sister three ways

Give a nigga, I'm not trippin'
Bash a reeny, what the fuck is you sippin'?
Pimpin' the hood chicken Mayne, off the Richter
Got the locked like a boa constrictor

Boy, I stay saved out like a should
Nigga don't out to a whole another hood
night, plane flight
With a of G's

Black 'n' brown, ryda
Keep it all to the Mayne
Still poppin'
Still clockin'

Gotta keep shit knockin'
'Cuz me and Beesh be known for
Game tight like a brand new fit
a drop top cad with an all chrome kit

Top bitch who will low cat trip
Gotta 'em all the same
Get 'em off my dick shiftin' the
And shake haters

'Cuz be doin' too much
It's Mr. Kee up out the bay
With ready to bust
But the ruger keep

slugs be hittin'
Tryin' to act
But your as a kitten
Cup cake nigga, fake ass

West side ryda unforgiven
Women and but the past ain't my style
Spinnin' out of control like I'm my own grave
But I get paid, gotta stay thugged up to lifestyle

'Cuz I'm a quarterback, I smoke a quarter
Bash a reeny fettuccine, Mayne, I told you
'Cuz I'm a quarterback, I smoke a sack
a reeny fettuccine, Mayne, I told you that

Uh, get gritz on
Get gritz on, boy get your gritz on
Get your gritz on, get your on
get your gritz on