Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm

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

[Verse 1:
I put my in between the paper's lines
I'm the quiet storm nigga who rhyme
P, yeah you heard of him but I ain't concerned them
I pop more guns than you holding them
Make my route while the sun's out and scold 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 make your stop flowing
Take affirmative action to any ass if he
Now come the Mac 10
a dick blower
Trying to speak the language
What the drilly that though, it ain't banging
You hooked on Mobb-phonics,
Lying to the Pop Dog you got it
You ain't no wilding out for the fist thrower
Rusty holder, we live this shit

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

[Verse 2:
Yo the P rock forty inch cables, drinking white
My chain hang down to my dick, my piece bang glass
and guns before the fame, duke
A nigga like me hold
Are you the too
Going 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 to bust shots crazy
I couldn't even look because the loud used to scare me
I my pops for that
I love my D-Black
I'll take the life of trying to change what's left
And through all of a nigga ain't scared of death
All y'all brand new niggas scared to death
I spent too many nights sniffing coke getting
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 hell's kitchen, I chef the
To hot plates all across the unified states
Sit and sup with the top rap reps
We the streets that's boy, move diligent
You better like a nigga on a tightrope do
Infamous first infantry, first division mission
First assignment, give em that shit been missing
My new edition's way
Those that listen, get addicted to my
Fuck I write prescriptions, for your disease
rap's just not potent like P's
One-thousand CC's on the throttle
I off, chest naked on Katanas
Spaghetti head Mobb niggas is bred
Fully blown melanin tone, I skeleton bone shirts
And verses, but for worse beats
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 or more
I score every time for
While the rest of y'all just nil