Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm

[Intro:
been through it all man
Blood and tears
Niggas is and shit
the fuck else can happen yo
I don't think more son, word to mother yo
We seen it all, and been through 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 lifetime in between the paper's
I'm the quiet nigga who fight rhyme
P, you heard of him but I ain't concerned with them
I pop more guns than you holding them
Make my route while the sun's out and your men
Unload ten in broad daylight, get
Fuck your life, hop on my dirt bike
You try to stop mines growing, I'll make your blood stop flowing
Take action to any ass if he asking
Now come the Mac 10
a dick blower
Trying to speak the language
the drilly with that though, it ain't banging
You on Mobb-phonics, Infamous-bonics
to the Pop Dog like you got it
You ain't no wilding out for the night fist
Rusty holder, we live this shit

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

[Verse 2:
Yo the P forty inch cables, drinking white label
My chain hang down to my dick, my bang glass tables
Diamonds and guns the fame, duke
A like me hold Tecs
Are you the too
Going through the of gun holding
Long down my pants leg limping
B you still living, even my pops too
He taught me how to shoot I was seven
I used to bust crazy
I couldn't even look because the loud used to scare me
I my pops for that
I love my nigga
I'll the life of anybody trying 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 spent too many sniffing coke getting right
Wasting my life now I'm trying to make things
Grand open gates, invest in the rag business
Do things for the kids, the little
Build a gym behind the crib, so they can enjoy youth
CBR's and
ATV's and big screen nigga please
make me have 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
nigga P-Double got that shit for y'alls
Peoples to to, stirring up pots of brew
In hell's kitchen, I the impossible
To serve hot plates all the unified states
Sit down and sup the top rap reps
We the that's watching boy, move diligent
You better walk like a on a tightrope do
Infamous first infantry, division fourth mission
First assignment, give em that they been missing
My new way bitching
Those that listen, get addicted to my
Fuck rhymes I prescriptions, for your disease
Generic just not potent like P's
One-thousand one-hundred CC's on the
I peel off, chest naked on
Spaghetti head niggas is full bred
Fully blown melanin tone, I rock bone shirts
And verses, but for worse beats
So I can put more product out on the
Get respect and love, all across the
We've been adored for keeping it raw, less or more
I score every for sure
While the of y'all niggas just nil