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 Jerry

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

magic, abracadabra
Squash the chitter
blatter is fin to splatter
When hollow points scatter

Oh, he headed, tatted up
And got his on
Gang 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
kilo's, pounds, and quarters

Smoke with the
Servin' all you sodas border to border
Blaze your quarter on the
I got your and your sister havin' three ways

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

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

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

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

Top bitch who will low cat trip
Gotta treat 'em all the
Get 'em off my shiftin' 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 keep

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

West side ryda stays
Women and but the past ain't my style
Spinnin' out of control like I'm my own grave
But I get paid, gotta stay thugged up to this

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