Luyện nghe bài hát Quarterback

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

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

fanatic
This nigga for shootin' sparatic
Automatic wit the
them suckas have it

Like magic,
the chitter chatter
Your blatter is fin to
When these points scatter

Oh, he bald headed, up
And got his on
banged out
Rowdy get his roll on

Plus he think he hard 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 from border to border
Blaze your quarter on the
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 chicken Mayne, it's off the Richter
Got the game like a boa constrictor

Boy, I stay saved out a playa should
Nigga don't out to a whole another hood
Late night, flight
With a of G's

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

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

Top notch bitch who will low cat
treat 'em all the same
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 keep rudely

Spittin' slugs be
to act hard
But your sharp as a
Cup nigga, fake 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, stay thugged up to this lifestyle

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

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