Luyện nghe bài hát Quarterback

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

At least twice mutha
Bling, blingin' ice
The game hall of fame
I'm in like Jerry

fanatic
This nigga known for shootin'
wit the gadget
Lettin' suckas 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 'cuz he just got out the pen
Think I give a fuck, I put on that man
I'm the shoulders
kilo's, pounds, and quarters

Smoke with the
Servin' all you sodas from to border
Blaze your quarter on the
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 chicken Mayne, it's off the
Got the game like a boa constrictor

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

'n' brown, ryda thugz
Keep it all to the good
Still poppin'
Still clockin'

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

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

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

slugs be hittin'
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, gotta stay thugged up to this

I'm a quarterback, I smoke a quarter 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 gritz on
Get gritz on, boy get your gritz on
Get your gritz on, get gritz on
Playboy get gritz on