Luyện nghe bài hát Quarterbackin

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

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

And I ain't fair wit' my eye on the enemy
Huggin' the just me and my mini-me
Did it and lived it, grinded
Cops fillin' wit' my projects it yeah

Not was I in the game, I was gifted in it
Served food to the fiends and we 'em dinners
Put the raw wit' the out, mixed it in it
Can't explain the cat's hustle, guess it was in
It's

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If you got the crackin' and ya money's stackin', ya
Quarterbackin',
of the squad and your the team captain
Quaterbackin',
Gotta little change and ya drivin' a
Quarterbackin',
If ya sound system bangs, and ya them thangs
Quarterbackin',

Might not know I'm talkin' about
If you ain't never it, or seen it, or done it
fiends vomit, green stuff I had to clean it up wit' comet
Mean stuff, so deaths my streets is haunted

us, you shoulda seen us, like Wile E. Coyote, man super genius
Against all odds Serena and Venus
I only had a couple jobs in my life, but not too many thought I was
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 was earl before the rap game
Runnin' from squirrel, I had my own thang
Raised by wolves, hyenas, and barracudas, gorillas and

I the field like Vick
endzone to endzone
Serve ish like snowcones in the hood
Entrenched in the gutter, I was lost in the
'cause I make the gat like a old G should
lookin', so much snookin'
Nights in the kitchen thought I'd never cookin'
Way pay for this that I'm mouthin'

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

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Now of course you know I ain't talkin' about
I'm talkin' about runnin shit
I'm talkin' about workestratin' and
Glorifyin' ya route

Whether it it to, uh..
Gettin' out hustlin', grittin' and grindin'
Doin' ya
man, hustlin' main
Trust that main, yeah, in real main
Some call it pitchin', some it grindin'
We it Quarterbackin'
Yeah, and I ain't talkin' about sports, trust