Luyện nghe bài hát Quarterback

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

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

Money
This nigga known for sparatic
Automatic wit the
Lettin' them suckas it

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

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

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

Smoke the smokers
Servin' all you sodas from border to
your quarter on the freeway
I got your mama and your sister 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 locked like a boa

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

'n' brown, ryda thugz
Keep it all to the Mayne
Still collar
feddy clockin'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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