Luyện nghe bài hát Quarterback

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

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

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

magic, abracadabra
Squash the chatter
blatter is fin to splatter
When these hollow points

Oh, he headed, tatted up
And got his on
Gang out
then get his roll 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
kilo's, pounds, and quarters

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

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

Boy, I stay saved out a playa should
Nigga don't out to a whole another hood
Late night, plane
a quart of G's

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

Gotta this shit knockin'
me and Beesh be known 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
With ready to bust
But the ruger keep

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

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

'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
get your gritz on