Luyện nghe bài hát Quarterback

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

At least twice fucka
Bling, blingin' ice
The dope game of fame
I'm in like Rice

Money
This known for shootin' sparatic
Automatic wit the
Lettin' them suckas it

magic, abracadabra
Squash the chitter
Your blatter is fin to
When these hollow points

Oh, he headed, tatted up
And got his on
banged out
Rowdy then get his 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 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 fuck is you
the hood chicken Mayne, it's off the Richter
Got the locked like a boa constrictor

Boy, I stay saved out like a should
Nigga smash out to a whole another hood
night, plane flight
With a of G's

Black 'n' brown, ryda
it all to the good Mayne
Still poppin'
feddy clockin'

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

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

'Cuz be doin' too much
Mr. Kee straight up out the bay
With soldiers to bust
But the ruger rudely

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

West side stays unforgiven
Women and cash but the past my style
out of control like I'm diggin' my own grave
But I get paid, gotta stay thugged up to this

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

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