Luyện nghe bài hát Quarterback

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

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

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

Like magic,
Squash the chatter
blatter is fin to splatter
When these points scatter

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

he think he hard 'cuz 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 with the
all you sodas from border to border
Blaze quarter on the freeway
I got your mama and your sister three ways

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

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

Black 'n' brown, thugz
it all to the good Mayne
Still collar
Still feddy

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

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

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

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

West side ryda stays
and cash but the past 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 a quarter sack
Bash a reeny fettuccine, Mayne, I you that
'Cuz I'm a quarterback, I smoke a sack
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
get your gritz on