Luyện nghe bài hát Quarterback

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 you that

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