Luyện nghe bài hát Quarterback

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 game locked like a boa

Boy, I stay saved out 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
Still clockin'

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

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

'Cuz they be doin' too
Mr. Kee straight up out the bay
With soldiers ready to
But the ruger rudely

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

West side stays 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 lifestyle

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

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