Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm

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

1: Prodigy]
I put my lifetime in the paper's lines
I'm the quiet storm nigga who rhyme
P, yeah you heard of him but I ain't concerned with
Nigga I pop more guns you holding them
Make my while the sun's out and scold your men
Unload ten in broad daylight, get
Fuck your life, hop on my ninety-eight bike
You try to stop mines from growing, I'll your blood stop flowing
affirmative action to any ass if he asking
Now here the Mac 10
You's a blower
Trying to the Dunn language
the drilly with that though, it ain't banging
You hooked on Mobb-phonics,
to the Pop Dog like you got it
You no wilding out for the night fist thrower
Rusty shank holder, we live this

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

2: Prodigy]
Yo the P forty inch cables, drinking white label
My chain hang down to my dick, my piece bang glass
Diamonds and guns before the fame,
A nigga like me Tecs
Are you the too
through the emotions of gun holding
Long shotgun's down my leg limping
Killa B you living, even my pops too
He me how to shoot when I was seven
I used to bust crazy
I couldn't even look because the sound used to scare me
I love my pops for
I love my nigga
I'll take the life of anybody to change what's left
And through all of that a nigga ain't scared of
All y'all brand new niggas just to death
I too many nights sniffing coke getting right
Wasting my life now I'm trying to make right
Grand 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
and VCR's
ATV's and big TV's nigga please
Don't make me have to risk my
We worked our whole life for this, you get your beat in

[Verse 3:
It go one, two, three to the
That nigga P-Double got that for y'alls
Peoples to rock to, stirring up pots of
In kitchen, I chef the impossible
To serve hot plates all the unified states
Sit down and sup with the top rap
We the streets that's watching boy, move
You better walk like a nigga on a do
first 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, chest naked on
Spaghetti head Mobb 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 across the
We've been adored for keeping it raw, nothing less or
I every time for sure
While the rest of y'all niggas nil