Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm

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

[Verse 1:
I put my in between the paper's lines
I'm the quiet nigga who fight rhyme
P, you heard of him but I ain't concerned with them
Nigga I pop more guns you holding them
my route while the sun's out and scold your men
Unload ten in daylight, get right
Fuck your life, hop on my dirt bike
You try to stop from growing, I'll make your blood stop flowing
Take affirmative to any ass if he asking
Now come the Mac 10
You's a blower
Trying to speak the Dunn
What the drilly with that though, it ain't
You on Mobb-phonics, Infamous-bonics
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 it's the real shit, shit to make em shit
Lump em in the club shit, have you wilding out when you bump
Drugs to eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a OD cause it's never enough

2: Prodigy]
Yo the P rock inch cables, drinking white label
My hang down to my dick, my piece bang glass tables
Diamonds and before the fame, duke
A nigga like me Tecs
Are you the too
Going through the emotions of gun
Long down my pants leg limping
Killa B you living, even my pops too
He taught me how to shoot when I was
I used to bust shots
I couldn't even look because the sound used to scare me
I my pops for that
I my nigga D-Black
I'll take the of anybody trying to change what's left
And through all of that a nigga ain't of death
All y'all brand new just scared to death
I spent too many nights sniffing 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 gym behind the crib, so they can enjoy youth
and VCR's
ATV's and big screen TV's please
Don't me have to risk my freedom
We our whole life for this, you get your shit beat in

[Verse 3:
It go one, two, to the fourth
nigga P-Double got that shit for y'alls
Peoples to rock to, 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 that's watching boy, move diligent
You better walk like a nigga on a do
first infantry, first division fourth mission
First assignment, em that shit they been missing
My new way bitching
that listen, get addicted to my diction
Fuck I write prescriptions, for your disease
Generic just not potent like P's
one-hundred CC's on the throttle
I peel off, chest naked on
Spaghetti head Mobb is full bred
Fully blown melanin tone, I rock skeleton bone
And verses, but thirst for beats
So I can put product out on the street
Get respect and love, all across the
We've been adored for keeping it raw, nothing or more
I score time for sure
While the rest of y'all just nil