Luyện nghe bài hát Quarterbackin

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

Can't you tell been a switch made?
Now fellas 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 block 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 the fake out, mixed it in it
Can't explain the hustle, guess it just was in
Malicious

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

Might not know what I'm about
If you ain't never lived it, or 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 like Serena and Venus
I only had a couple jobs in my life, but not too many I was grown
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 a Lord Jesus perm
When my was earl before the rap game
Runnin' from secret squirrel, I had my own
by wolves, hyenas, and barracudas, gorillas and bulls

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

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

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

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