Luyện nghe bài hát Quarterback

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

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

fanatic
This nigga known for shootin'
Automatic wit the
Lettin' them suckas it

Like magic,
Squash the chitter
Your blatter is fin to
these hollow points scatter

Oh, he headed, tatted up
And got his on
Gang out
Rowdy get his roll on

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

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

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

Boy, I stay saved out like a should
Nigga don't smash out to a another hood
night, plane flight
With a of G's

'n' brown, ryda thugz
Keep it all to the Mayne
Still collar
feddy clockin'

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

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

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

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

West side ryda unforgiven
Women and cash but the past my style
Spinnin' out of like 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 you that
'Cuz I'm a quarterback, I 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 your on
Playboy get your on