Luyện nghe bài hát Quarterback

Fo sho, that sweet nigga
And bumpin' yo gums
See that you be barkin' Mayne
I done

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

fanatic
This nigga for shootin' sparatic
wit the gadget
Lettin' suckas have it

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

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

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

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

Give a fuck nigga, I'm not
Bash a reeny, what the fuck is you sippin'?
Pimpin' the hood chicken Mayne, it's off the
Got the game like a boa constrictor

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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