Luyện nghe bài hát Quarterback

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

At least mutha fucka
Bling, some ice
The dope game hall of
I'm in like Jerry

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

Like magic,
the chitter chatter
Your blatter is fin to
When hollow points 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 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 quarter on the freeway
I got your mama and your sister three ways

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

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

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

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

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

'Cuz they be too much
Mr. Kee straight up out the bay
With soldiers ready to
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 but the past ain't my style
Spinnin' out of control like I'm diggin' my own
But I get paid, gotta stay 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 on, boy get your gritz on
Get gritz on, get your gritz on
Playboy get your on