Luyện nghe bài hát Quarterback

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

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

Money
This nigga known for shootin'
wit the gadget
Lettin' suckas have it

magic, abracadabra
Squash the chitter
Your blatter is fin to
these hollow points scatter

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

he think he hard '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 sodas from border to
your quarter on the freeway
I got your mama and your 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 like a boa

Boy, I stay out like a playa should
Nigga smash out to a whole another hood
night, plane flight
With a of G's

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

Gotta keep this shit
'Cuz me and Beesh be known for
Game tight stitch 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 shiftin' the fifth
And shake haters

they be doin' too much
It's Mr. Kee up out the bay
With soldiers to bust
But the ruger rudely

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

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

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

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