Luyện nghe bài hát Quarterback

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

At twice mutha fucka
Bling, some ice
The dope game hall of
I'm in Jerry Rice

fanatic
This nigga known for shootin'
wit the gadget
Lettin' them suckas it

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

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

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

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

Give a nigga, I'm not trippin'
Bash a reeny, what the fuck is you sippin'?
Pimpin' the hood Mayne, it's off the Richter
Got the locked like 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
Keep it all to the Mayne
collar poppin'
Still clockin'

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

Top notch who will low cat trip
Gotta treat 'em all the
Get 'em off my dick the fifth
And shake haters

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

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

West ryda stays unforgiven
Women and cash but the past my style
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 sack
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
get your gritz on