Luyện nghe bài hát Quarterback

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

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

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

Like magic,
Squash the chatter
blatter is fin to splatter
When these hollow scatter

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

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

Smoke the smokers
all you sodas from border to border
Blaze your on the freeway
I got mama and your sister havin' three ways

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

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

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

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

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

'Cuz they be too much
Mr. Kee straight up out the bay
With ready to bust
But the keep 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 ain't my style
Spinnin' out of control I'm diggin' my own grave
But I get paid, stay thugged up to this lifestyle

'Cuz I'm a quarterback, I a quarter sack
a reeny fettuccine, Mayne, I told you that
'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 gritz on
Playboy get gritz on