Luyện nghe bài hát Quarterback

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

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

Money
This nigga known for sparatic
wit the gadget
Lettin' suckas have 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 think he hard he just got out the pen
Think I give a fuck, I put hands on man
I'm from the
Holdin' kilo's, pounds, and

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

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

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

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

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

Top bitch who will low cat trip
Gotta 'em all the same
Get 'em off my dick shiftin' the
And shake them

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

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

West side ryda stays
Women and cash but the 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 told you
'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 gritz on
get your gritz on