Luyện nghe bài hát Quarterback

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

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

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

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

Oh, he bald headed, up
And got his on
banged out
Rowdy get his roll 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
Holdin' kilo's, pounds, and

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

West side ryda unforgiven
and cash but the past ain't my style
Spinnin' out of control I'm diggin' my own grave
But I get paid, gotta 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 a quarter sack
Bash a fettuccine, Mayne, I told you that

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