Luyện nghe bài hát Quarterback

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

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

fanatic
This nigga known for sparatic
Automatic wit the
them suckas have it

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

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

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

Smoke with the
Servin' all you sodas border to border
your quarter on the freeway
I got mama and your sister havin' 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 a boa constrictor

Boy, I saved out like a playa should
Nigga smash out to a whole another hood
Late night, flight
a quart of G's

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

Gotta keep 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 bitch who will low cat trip
treat 'em all the same
Get 'em off my dick the fifth
And shake haters

'Cuz be doin' too much
It's Mr. Kee up out the bay
With soldiers to bust
But the keep rudely

Spittin' slugs be
Tryin' to act
But sharp as a kitten
Cup cake nigga, fake ass

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

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