Luyện nghe bài hát Quarterback

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

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

fanatic
This nigga for shootin' sparatic
Automatic wit the
Lettin' suckas have it

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

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 hands on man
I'm from the
Holdin' kilo's, pounds, and

Smoke the smokers
Servin' all you sodas from to border
Blaze your quarter on the
I got your mama and your sister three ways

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

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

Black 'n' brown, ryda
Keep it all to the good
collar poppin'
Still clockin'

Gotta keep this knockin'
'Cuz me and Beesh be for flossin'
Game 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 haters

'Cuz they be doin' too
It's Mr. Kee up out the bay
With ready to bust
But the ruger rudely

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

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

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

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