Luyện nghe bài hát Quarterbackin

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

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

And I ain't fair wit' my eye on the enemy
Huggin' the block just me and my
Did it and lived it, grinded
Cops fillin' 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 the cat's hustle, guess it just was in
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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 change 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 lived 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 streets is

Believe us, you shoulda seen us, Wile E. Coyote, man super genius
Against all like Serena and Venus
I only had a jobs in my life, but not too many thought I was grown
Who woulda I'd sell 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 used to have a Jesus perm
When my was earl before the rap game
Runnin' secret squirrel, I had my own thang
by wolves, hyenas, and barracudas, gorillas and bulls

I the field like Vick
From endzone to
Serve that ish snowcones in the hood
Entrenched in the gutter, I was in the good
I make the gat stutta like a old G should
Mamas lookin', so snookin'
Nights in the thought I'd never finish cookin'
Way before pay for that I'm mouthin'

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

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Now of you know I ain't talkin' about sports
I'm talkin' about runnin some
I'm talkin' about and illustratin'
Glorifyin' ya route

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