Luyện nghe bài hát Quarterback

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

At least twice fucka
Bling, some ice
The game hall of fame
I'm in like Rice

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

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

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

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

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

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

Boy, I saved out like a playa should
Nigga don't smash out to a whole another
Late night, flight
With a of G's

'n' brown, ryda thugz
Keep it all to the good
Still collar
feddy clockin'

Gotta keep shit knockin'
me and Beesh be known for flossin'
Game tight stitch like a 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 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 keep

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

West side ryda unforgiven
Women and cash but the ain't my style
Spinnin' out of control like I'm my own grave
But I get paid, gotta stay 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 sack
Bash a reeny fettuccine, Mayne, I you that

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