Luyện nghe bài hát Quarterback

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

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

fanatic
This nigga known for shootin'
Automatic wit the
Lettin' them have it

magic, abracadabra
Squash the chitter
Your is fin to splatter
When these points scatter

Oh, he headed, tatted up
And got his on
banged out
Rowdy get his roll on

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

Smoke with the
Servin' all you sodas border to border
Blaze your quarter on the
I got your mama and your havin' three ways

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Cuz I'm a quarterback, I smoke a sack
a reeny 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 your on, get your gritz on
Playboy get your on