Luyện nghe bài hát Quarterbackin

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

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

And I ain't play fair wit' my eye on the
the block just me and my mini-me
Did it and lived it, here
Cops wit' my projects find it yeah

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

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

Might not what I'm talkin' about
If you never lived it, or seen it, or done it
Seen fiends vomit, stuff I had to clean it up wit' comet
stuff, so many deaths my streets 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 thought I was grown
Who thought I'd sell my skill for a microphone
And be rappin' about it up in the song, slidin' on chrome

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

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

19 years young, upward of 80
Trust me young'n Pusha was never 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 corner like Jenga, fall never, you 'em
Posted in the hood fiends like the Tower of Pisa
Damn good

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

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