Luyện nghe bài hát Quarterback

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

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

Money
This nigga for shootin' sparatic
wit the gadget
Lettin' suckas have it

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

Oh, he bald headed, up
And got his on
banged out
Rowdy then get his on

Plus he think he hard 'cuz he 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 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 chicken Mayne, it's off the Richter
Got the game like a boa constrictor

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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