Luyện nghe bài hát Quarterback

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Cuz they be doin' too
It's Mr. Kee up out the bay
With soldiers ready to
But the ruger keep

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

West side ryda stays
Women and cash but the past my style
out of control like I'm diggin' my own grave
But I get paid, gotta stay thugged up to this

I'm a quarterback, I smoke 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 on, boy get your gritz on
Get your gritz on, get your on
Playboy get gritz on