Luyện nghe bài hát Quarterback

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

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

Money
This known for shootin' sparatic
wit the gadget
Lettin' suckas have it

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Top bitch who will low cat trip
Gotta treat 'em all the
Get 'em off my dick shiftin' the
And them haters

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

slugs be hittin'
Tryin' to act
But your sharp as a
Cup cake nigga, ass wigga

West side ryda stays
and cash but the past ain't my style
Spinnin' out of control like I'm my own grave
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 told you
'Cuz I'm a quarterback, I smoke a quarter
Bash a reeny fettuccine, Mayne, I you that

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