Luyện nghe bài hát Quarterback

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

At twice mutha fucka
Bling, blingin' ice
The dope hall of fame
I'm in Jerry Rice

fanatic
This nigga known for sparatic
wit the gadget
Lettin' suckas have it

magic, abracadabra
Squash the chitter
Your blatter is fin to
When hollow points scatter

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Top notch who will low cat trip
treat 'em all the same
Get 'em off my shiftin' the fifth
And shake haters

'Cuz they be too much
Mr. Kee straight up out the bay
With ready to bust
But the ruger rudely

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

West side ryda unforgiven
Women and cash but the ain't my style
Spinnin' out of control I'm diggin' my own grave
But I get paid, stay thugged 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 smoke a quarter
Bash a reeny fettuccine, Mayne, I told you

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