Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm

We know who Boy is
It's a coming
Boom boom boom boom

I'm hard for it, I had to starve for it
Remember I ain't have no money, I had to rob for it
Stood on the block for it, ran the cops for it
We still be trappin' out houses with the cardboard
But be trippin' over here, no shit is not yours
I heard you saving that lil bitch, better do some for her
I make her pull up to my condo, go up floors
And she gon' get right to it pronto, my lil fine
She asked me what is my cologne, lil bitch Tom Ford
Now let me all in that pussy like a backboard
The trap niggas up now, look at the
Them cameras how they get you whacked, just get it boy

Oh why my heart so cold, and why my so froze (burr)
I don't know, I did it on my own (Young Jefe)
You see I'm numbers, I'm runnin' out the dungeon
You hear the birds hummin', goes the thunder
It's a storm coming, a storm coming
I got real hundreds, all she want is money
You see we came nothing, you better get to running
It's a storm coming, a storm coming

One thing I learned growing up in these streets is you can't run from the storm forever.
You got to to stand up to it.
See is dignity in surviving a storm.
You won't ever walk out of a storm the person that went in.
Glizzy, you have survived every storm came your way.
It's your to rain!