Luyện nghe bài hát Quarterback

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

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

Money
This nigga known for shootin'
Automatic wit the
Lettin' suckas have it

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

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

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

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

a fuck nigga, I'm not trippin'
Baby Bash a reeny, what the is you sippin'?
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 out to a whole another hood
night, plane flight
With a of G's

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

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

Top notch bitch who low cat trip
Gotta treat 'em all the
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' slugs be
Tryin' to act
But your as a kitten
Cup nigga, fake ass wigga

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

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