Luyện nghe bài hát Quarterback

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Cuz they be too much
Mr. Kee straight up out the bay
With ready to bust
But the keep rudely

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

side ryda stays unforgiven
Women and cash but the ain't my style
out of control like I'm diggin' my own grave
But I get paid, gotta stay 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 sack
Bash a fettuccine, Mayne, I told you that

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