Luyện nghe bài hát Quarterbackin

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

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

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

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 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 and ya money's stackin', ya
Quarterbackin',
Leader of the squad and your the captain
Quaterbackin',
Gotta little change and ya drivin' a
Quarterbackin',
If ya system bangs, and ya pushin' them thangs
Quarterbackin',

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

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

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

I play the field like
endzone to endzone
Serve ish like snowcones in the hood
Entrenched in the gutter, I was lost in the
'cause I make the gat stutta like a old G
lookin', so much snookin'
Nights in the kitchen thought I'd finish cookin'
Way before pay for this that I'm

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

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Now of course you know I talkin' about sports
I'm talkin' about some shit
I'm talkin' about workestratin' and
Glorifyin' ya paper

Whether it it to, uh..
out there hustlin', grittin' and grindin'
Doin' ya
Quarterbackin' man, main
that main, yeah, in real life main
Some call it pitchin', some call it
We it Quarterbackin'
Yeah, and I talkin' about sports, trust that