Luyện nghe bài hát Quarterback

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

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

Money
This nigga known for sparatic
wit the gadget
Lettin' them have it

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

Oh, he headed, tatted up
And got his on
banged out
Rowdy then get his 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
all you sodas from border to border
Blaze your on the freeway
I got your mama and your sister havin' three

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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