Luyện nghe bài hát Quarterback

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

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

fanatic
This known for shootin' sparatic
wit the gadget
Lettin' them have it

Like magic,
Squash the chitter
Your is fin to splatter
When these points scatter

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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