Luyện nghe bài hát Quarterback

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

At twice mutha fucka
Bling, blingin' ice
The game hall of fame
I'm in Jerry Rice

Money
This nigga known for sparatic
wit the gadget
Lettin' them 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 then get his on

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

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

a fuck nigga, I'm not trippin'
Baby Bash a reeny, the fuck is you sippin'?
Pimpin' the hood chicken Mayne, off the Richter
Got the locked like a boa constrictor

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

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

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

Top notch who will low cat trip
Gotta treat 'em all the
Get 'em off my shiftin' the fifth
And shake haters

'Cuz they be doin' too
Mr. Kee straight up out the bay
With soldiers ready to
But the keep rudely

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

side ryda stays unforgiven
Women and cash but the past ain't my
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 a quarter sack
Bash a reeny fettuccine, Mayne, I told you
'Cuz I'm a quarterback, I smoke a quarter
Bash a reeny fettuccine, Mayne, I you that

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