Luyện nghe bài hát Quarterback

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

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

Money
This nigga known for sparatic
Automatic wit the
Lettin' suckas have it

magic, abracadabra
Squash the chatter
Your is fin to splatter
When these hollow scatter

Oh, he bald headed, up
And got his on
Gang out
Rowdy then get his on

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

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

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

Boy, I stay saved out a playa should
Nigga don't out to a whole another hood
Late night, plane
a quart of G's

Black 'n' brown, ryda
it all to the good Mayne
Still collar
Still clockin'

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

Top notch bitch who low cat trip
Gotta treat 'em all the
Get 'em off my dick the fifth
And shake haters

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

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

West side ryda stays
Women and cash but the past my style
Spinnin' out of control I'm diggin' my own grave
But I get paid, gotta stay up to this lifestyle

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

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