Luyện nghe bài hát Quarterback

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

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

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

Like magic,
Squash the chitter
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
Think I a fuck, I put hands on that man
I'm from the
kilo's, pounds, and quarters

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

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

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

Black 'n' brown, thugz
it all to the good Mayne
Still poppin'
Still clockin'

Gotta this shit knockin'
me and Beesh be known for flossin'
Game tight stitch a brand new fit
Like a drop top cad with an all kit

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

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

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

West side ryda stays
and cash but the past ain't my style
Spinnin' out of control 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 you that

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