Luyện nghe bài hát Quarterback

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

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

Money
This nigga known for shootin'
Automatic wit the
Lettin' suckas have it

Like magic,
Squash the chatter
Your blatter is fin to
When these hollow points

Oh, he bald headed, up
And got his on
Gang out
then get his roll on

Plus he he hard 'cuz 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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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