Luyện nghe bài hát Quarterback

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

At twice mutha fucka
Bling, some ice
The dope game of fame
I'm in like Jerry

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

Like magic,
Squash the chatter
Your is fin to splatter
When these hollow points

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

West side ryda stays
and cash but the past ain't my style
Spinnin' out of control like I'm diggin' my own
But I get paid, stay thugged up to this lifestyle

'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
Bash a reeny fettuccine, Mayne, I told you

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