Luyện nghe bài hát Quarterback

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

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

Money
This known for shootin' sparatic
Automatic wit the
Lettin' suckas have it

magic, abracadabra
Squash the chitter
blatter is fin to splatter
When these hollow scatter

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

side 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 thugged up to 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
a reeny fettuccine, Mayne, I told you that

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