Luyện nghe bài hát Quarterback

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

At twice mutha fucka
Bling, blingin' ice
The game hall of fame
I'm in like Jerry

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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