Luyện nghe bài hát Quarterback

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

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

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

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

Oh, he headed, tatted up
And got his on
Gang out
Rowdy then get his on

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

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

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

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

Black 'n' brown, ryda
Keep it all to the good
collar poppin'
Still clockin'

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

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

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

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

West side ryda stays
Women and cash but the ain't my style
out of control 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 reeny fettuccine, Mayne, I told you
'Cuz I'm a quarterback, I a quarter sack
a reeny fettuccine, Mayne, I told you that

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