Luyện nghe bài hát Quarterback

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

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

Money
This nigga for shootin' sparatic
wit the gadget
Lettin' them suckas it

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

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

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

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

a fuck 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 locked like a boa constrictor

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

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

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

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

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

Spittin' be hittin'
to act hard
But your sharp as a
Cup nigga, fake ass wigga

West side stays unforgiven
Women and but the past ain't 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 a quarter sack
Bash a fettuccine, Mayne, I told you that
I'm a quarterback, I smoke a quarter sack
Bash a fettuccine, Mayne, I told you that

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