Luyện nghe bài hát Quarterbackin

Tell the cops read into it
Them days of slangin' yay finished, them days have been done ended
So far gone them days that I'm
Snitches can't my name till they get winded

Can't you tell there's been a made?
Now fellas decide that they wanna run and like in the fifth grade
But I'm too gone, young'n be
Even when you see me, I am not really

And I play fair wit' my eye on the enemy
Huggin' the just me and my mini-me
Did it and it, grinded here
Cops fillin' wit' my projects it yeah

Not was I in the game, I was gifted in it
food to the fiends and we called 'em dinners
Put the raw wit' the fake out, it in it
Can't the cat's hustle, guess it just was in
Malicious

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If you got the turf crackin' and ya stackin', ya
Quarterbackin',
Leader of the squad and the team captain
Quaterbackin',
Gotta little and ya drivin' a range
Quarterbackin',
If ya sound system bangs, and ya pushin' them
Quarterbackin',

Might not know what I'm about
If you ain't never lived it, or it, or done it
Seen fiends vomit, green stuff I had to it up wit' comet
Mean stuff, so many my streets is haunted

Believe us, you shoulda us, like Wile E. Coyote, man super genius
Against all odds like Serena and
I had a couple jobs in my life, but not too many thought I was grown
Who thought I'd sell my skill for a microphone
And be about it up in the song, slidin' on some chrome

It's long money I earn, I'm bald headed, but I used to have a Lord perm
When my name was earl the rap game
Runnin' secret squirrel, I had my own thang
by wolves, hyenas, and barracudas, gorillas and bulls

I play the field like
From endzone to
Serve that ish like in the hood
in the gutter, I was lost in the good
'cause I make the gat stutta a old G should
Mamas lookin', so much
in the kitchen thought I'd never finish cookin'
Way before pay for this that I'm

19 years young, upward of 80
Trust me Pusha was never browsin' for nothin' section 8 housin'
I'm stompin' through like King claimin' his home, his jungle
Mumblers beware the hates singers
I connect, block the like Jenga, fall never, you seen 'em
Posted in the hood leanin' fiends like the Tower of
Damn he's

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Now of course you I ain't talkin' about sports
I'm talkin' runnin some shit
I'm talkin' about workestratin' and
Glorifyin' ya paper

Whether it it to, uh..
Gettin' out there hustlin', and grindin'
ya thug-thizzlemajiggadale
Quarterbackin' man, hustlin'
that main, yeah, in real life main
Some call it pitchin', call it grindin'
We call it
Yeah, and I ain't about sports, trust that