Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm

[Intro:
Done been it all man
Blood sweat and
Niggas is and shit
the fuck else can happen yo
I don't think more son, word to mother yo
We done it all, and been through it all yo
Let niggas know right now
Word to mother, for real, for
That shit is the
I'm not

1: Prodigy]
I put my lifetime in the paper's lines
I'm the quiet nigga who fight rhyme
P, yeah you heard of him but I ain't concerned with
Nigga I pop more guns than you holding
Make my route while the out and scold your men
Unload ten in daylight, get right
your life, hop on my ninety-eight dirt bike
You try to stop mines from growing, I'll make blood stop flowing
Take affirmative action to any ass if he
Now here the Mac 10
a dick blower
Trying to speak the Dunn
What the with that though, it ain't banging
You on Mobb-phonics, Infamous-bonics
Lying to the Pop Dog you got it
You ain't no wilding out for the night fist
shank holder, we live this shit

[Hook:
Cause it's the shit, shit to make em feel shit
Lump em in the club shit, have you wilding out when you bump
Drugs to eardrum, the raw uncut
a nigga OD cause it's never enough

[Verse 2:
Yo the P rock forty cables, drinking white label
My chain hang down to my dick, my piece glass tables
Diamonds and before the fame, duke
A nigga like me Tecs
Are you the too
Going through the of gun holding
Long shotgun's my pants leg limping
Killa B you still living, my pops too
He taught me how to when I was seven
I used to bust shots
I couldn't even because the loud sound used to scare me
I love my pops for
I my nigga D-Black
I'll take the life of trying to change what's left
And through all of that a nigga ain't of death
All y'all brand new niggas just scared to
I spent too many nights sniffing getting right
Wasting my life now I'm trying to make right
open some gates, invest in the rag business
Do things for the kids, the little
Build a jungle gym behind the crib, so they can enjoy
CBR's and
ATV's and big screen nigga please
Don't make me to risk my freedom
We worked our life for this, you get your shit beat in

[Verse 3:
It go one, two, three to the
That nigga P-Double got shit for y'alls
Peoples to rock to, stirring up pots of
In kitchen, I chef the impossible
To serve hot all across the unified states
Sit down and sup with the top rap
We the streets that's watching boy, diligent
You better walk like a nigga on a do
Infamous first infantry, first division fourth
First assignment, give em that shit they been
My new edition's way
Those that listen, get addicted to my
Fuck I write prescriptions, for your disease
Generic just not potent like P's
One-thousand CC's on the throttle
I off, chest naked on Katanas
Spaghetti head niggas is full bred
Fully blown melanin tone, I rock skeleton shirts
And verses, but thirst for worse
So I can put more out on the street
Get respect and love, all the board
We've been adored for it raw, nothing less or more
I score every time for
While the rest of y'all niggas nil