Luyện nghe bài hát Quarterback

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

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

fanatic
This known for shootin' sparatic
wit the gadget
Lettin' them suckas it

Like magic,
Squash the chitter
blatter is fin to splatter
When these hollow points

Oh, he headed, tatted up
And got his on
Gang out
then get his roll on

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

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

a fuck nigga, I'm not trippin'
Baby 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 out like a playa should
Nigga smash out to a whole another hood
night, plane flight
With a of G's

'n' brown, ryda thugz
Keep it all to the Mayne
Still collar
feddy clockin'

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

Top bitch who will low cat trip
Gotta treat 'em all the
Get 'em off my shiftin' the fifth
And them haters

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

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

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

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

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