Luyện nghe bài hát Quarterback

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

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

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

magic, abracadabra
Squash the chatter
Your blatter is fin to
When these hollow scatter

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

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

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

a fuck nigga, I'm not trippin'
Baby Bash a reeny, what the fuck is you
Pimpin' the hood Mayne, it's off the Richter
Got the game locked a boa constrictor

Boy, I stay saved out like a playa
Nigga don't smash out to a another hood
Late night, plane
With a of G's

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

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

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

'Cuz they be doin' too
It's Mr. Kee up out the bay
With ready to bust
But the keep rudely

Spittin' be hittin'
to act hard
But your as a kitten
Cup cake nigga, fake ass

West side stays unforgiven
and cash 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

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

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