Luyện nghe bài hát Quarterback

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

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

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

magic, abracadabra
Squash the chitter
Your is fin to splatter
When these hollow scatter

Oh, he headed, tatted 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 the shoulders
Holdin' kilo's, pounds, and

with the smokers
Servin' all you sodas from border to
Blaze 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 fuck is you
Pimpin' the hood chicken Mayne, off the Richter
Got the game like a boa constrictor

Boy, I stay out like a playa should
Nigga don't smash out to a whole hood
night, plane flight
With a of G's

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Cuz I'm a quarterback, I 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 told you

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