Luyện nghe bài hát Quarterback

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

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

fanatic
This nigga known for sparatic
wit the gadget
Lettin' suckas have it

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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