Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm

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

1: Prodigy]
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 with them
Nigga I pop more guns than you them
Make my route while the out and scold your men
Unload ten in broad daylight, get
Fuck your life, hop on my ninety-eight dirt
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 the Dunn language
What the drilly with that though, it banging
You hooked on Mobb-phonics,
Lying to the Pop Dog you got it
You ain't no out for the night fist thrower
Rusty shank holder, we live this

[Hook:
Cause it's the real shit, to make em feel shit
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 forty inch cables, drinking white
My chain hang down to my dick, my piece bang tables
Diamonds and guns before the fame,
A nigga me hold Tecs
Are you the too
Going through the emotions of gun
Long shotgun's down my 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 love my pops for
I love my nigga
I'll take the life of anybody trying to what's left
And through all of that a ain't scared of death
All y'all brand new just scared to death
I spent too many sniffing coke getting right
Wasting my now I'm trying to make things right
Grand some gates, invest in the rag business
Do things for the kids, the Dunns
Build a jungle gym behind the crib, so can enjoy youth
CBR's and
ATV's and big TV's nigga please
make 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
That nigga got that shit for y'alls
Peoples to rock to, stirring up pots of
In kitchen, I chef the impossible
To serve hot all across the unified states
Sit down and sup the top rap reps
We the streets that's watching boy, 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
that listen, get addicted to my diction
Fuck I write prescriptions, for your disease
rap's just not potent like P's
One-thousand one-hundred on the throttle
I peel off, naked on Katanas
head Mobb niggas is full bred
Fully blown tone, I rock 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 less or
I score time for sure
While the rest of niggas just nil