Luyện nghe bài hát Quarterback

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Gotta keep this knockin'
me and Beesh be known 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 dick shiftin' the
And them haters

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

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

West ryda stays unforgiven
Women and cash but the past ain't my
Spinnin' out of like I'm diggin' my own grave
But I get paid, gotta stay up to this lifestyle

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

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