Luyện nghe bài hát Quarterback

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

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

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

Like magic,
the chitter chatter
Your is fin to splatter
When these hollow scatter

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

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

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

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

Boy, I saved out like a playa should
Nigga smash out to a whole another hood
Late night, flight
a quart of G's

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

Gotta keep this shit
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 who will low cat trip
Gotta treat 'em all the
Get 'em off my dick shiftin' the
And them haters

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

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

side ryda stays unforgiven
Women and cash but the past my style
Spinnin' out of like I'm diggin' my own grave
But I get paid, gotta stay thugged up to this

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