Luyện nghe bài hát Quarterback

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

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

Money
nigga known for shootin' sparatic
Automatic wit the
them suckas have it

Like magic,
Squash the chitter
Your is fin to splatter
When these hollow points

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

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

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

a fuck nigga, I'm not trippin'
Baby Bash a reeny, what the is you sippin'?
Pimpin' the hood Mayne, it's 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
Late night, plane
With a of G's

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

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

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

'Cuz 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 nigga, fake ass wigga

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

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

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