Luyện nghe bài hát Quarterback

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 locked like a boa constrictor

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

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

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

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

'Cuz they be 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 cake nigga, ass wigga

West 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 thugged up to this lifestyle

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

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