Luyện nghe bài hát Quarterbackin

Tell the cops don't into it
Them days of slangin' yay been finished, them days been done ended
So far gone them days that I'm
can't speak 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, be clear
Even when you see me, I am not really

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

Not only was I in the game, I was in it
Served food to the fiends and we 'em dinners
Put the raw the fake out, mixed it in it
Can't explain the cat's hustle, 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 and ya drivin' a range
Quarterbackin',
If ya sound system bangs, and ya pushin' them
Quarterbackin',

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

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

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

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

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

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

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