Luyện nghe bài hát Quarterback

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

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

fanatic
This nigga for shootin' sparatic
wit the gadget
Lettin' suckas 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
banged out
Rowdy then get his on

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

Smoke with the
Servin' all you from border to border
Blaze quarter on the freeway
I got your mama and 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, it's off the
Got the locked like a boa constrictor

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

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

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

Top bitch who will low cat trip
Gotta treat 'em all the
Get 'em off my dick the fifth
And shake them

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

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

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

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

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