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
Snitches can't my name till they get winded

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

And I ain't play fair wit' my eye on the
Huggin' the block me and my mini-me
Did it and lived it, grinded
Cops wit' my projects find 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 explain the cat's hustle, guess it was in
It's

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If you got the turf and ya money's stackin', ya
Quarterbackin',
Leader of the squad and the team 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 talkin'
If you never lived it, or seen it, or done it
Seen fiends vomit, stuff I had to clean it up wit' comet
Mean stuff, so many deaths my is haunted

Believe us, you shoulda us, like Wile E. Coyote, man super 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' it up in the song, slidin' on some chrome

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

I the field like Vick
endzone to endzone
Serve that ish 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 never finish
Way before pay for that I'm mouthin'

19 years young, upward of 80
Trust me young'n Pusha was never browsin' for section 8 housin'
I'm stompin' through like Kong claimin' his home, his jungle
beware the hood hates singers
I connect, block the corner Jenga, fall never, you seen 'em
Posted in the leanin' 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 some shit
I'm about workestratin' and illustratin'
Glorifyin' ya route

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