Luyện nghe bài hát Quarterback

Fo sho, pass that sweet
And quit bumpin' yo
See that you be barkin' Mayne
I already

At twice mutha fucka
Bling, some ice
The dope hall of fame
I'm in like Jerry

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

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

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

Plus he think he '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

with the smokers
Servin' all you from 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 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 don't smash out to a whole hood
night, plane flight
With a of G's

Black 'n' brown, thugz
Keep it all to the good
Still collar
Still feddy

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

Top notch bitch who will low cat
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 to bust
But the ruger rudely

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

West ryda stays unforgiven
Women and cash but the past ain't my
Spinnin' out of control like I'm diggin' my own
But I get paid, gotta stay 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 smoke a quarter
Bash a fettuccine, Mayne, I told you that

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