Luyện nghe bài hát Quarterback

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

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

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 headed, tatted 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 with the
Servin' all you sodas border to border
Blaze your quarter on the
I got your mama and your sister havin' three

Give a nigga, I'm not trippin'
Baby Bash a reeny, the fuck 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 should
Nigga don't smash out to a whole another
night, plane flight
With a of G's

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

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

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

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

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

West side ryda stays
Women and cash but the past ain't my
Spinnin' out of control like I'm diggin' my own
But I get paid, stay thugged up to this 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 gritz on
Get gritz on, get your gritz on
Playboy get your on