Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm

[Intro:
Done through it all man
Blood and tears
Niggas is and shit
What the fuck can happen yo
I don't much more son, word to mother yo
We done seen it all, and through it all yo
Let y'all know right now
to mother, for real, for real
That shit is the
I'm not

[Verse 1:
I put my in between the paper's lines
I'm the storm nigga who fight rhyme
P, you heard of him but I ain't concerned with them
Nigga I pop more guns than you them
Make my route while the out and scold your men
ten in broad daylight, get right
Fuck your life, hop on my ninety-eight dirt
You try to stop mines growing, I'll make your blood stop flowing
Take affirmative to any ass if he asking
Now here the Mac 10
You's a dick
Trying to speak the Dunn
the drilly with that though, it ain't banging
You hooked on Mobb-phonics,
to the Pop Dog like you got it
You ain't no wilding out for the fist thrower
Rusty holder, we live this shit

Havoc]
Cause it's the real shit, shit to make em feel
Lump em in the club shit, have you wilding out when you this
to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD cause it's never

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

[Verse 3:
It go one, two, to the fourth
That nigga P-Double got that for y'alls
Peoples to to, stirring up pots of brew
In hell's kitchen, I the impossible
To serve hot plates all across the unified
Sit down and sup with the top rap
We the streets watching boy, move diligent
You better walk like a nigga on a do
Infamous infantry, first division fourth mission
First assignment, give em that shit they missing
My new way bitching
Those that listen, get to my diction
Fuck rhymes I write prescriptions, for your
Generic rap's not potent like P's
One-thousand CC's on the throttle
I peel off, naked on Katanas
head Mobb niggas is full bred
Fully melanin tone, I rock skeleton bone shirts
And verses, but for worse beats
So I can put more out on the street
Get and love, all across the board
We've been adored for keeping it raw, less or more
I score every time for
While the rest of y'all just nil