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, blingin' ice
The dope game hall of
I'm in like Jerry

fanatic
This nigga known for shootin'
wit the gadget
Lettin' suckas have it

Like magic,
Squash the chatter
Your blatter is fin to
When these hollow scatter

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
Think I a fuck, I put hands on that man
I'm the shoulders
Holdin' kilo's, pounds, and

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

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

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

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

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

Top notch bitch who low cat trip
treat 'em all the same
Get 'em off my dick shiftin' the
And them haters

they be doin' too much
Mr. Kee straight up out the bay
With soldiers to bust
But the keep rudely

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

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

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

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