Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm

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

1: Prodigy]
I put my lifetime in the paper's lines
I'm the quiet nigga who fight rhyme
P, yeah you heard of him but I concerned with them
Nigga I pop more guns than you holding
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 from growing, I'll make your blood stop flowing
Take affirmative action to any ass if he
Now here the Mac 10
You's a blower
Trying to speak the language
the drilly with that though, it ain't banging
You on Mobb-phonics, Infamous-bonics
Lying to the Pop Dog you got it
You ain't no wilding out for the night fist
Rusty shank holder, we live this

Havoc]
Cause it's the shit, 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 enough

2: Prodigy]
Yo the P rock forty inch cables, drinking white
My chain hang to my dick, my piece bang glass tables
Diamonds and guns the fame, duke
A nigga like me Tecs
Are you the too
Going through the of gun holding
Long shotgun's down my leg limping
Killa B you still living, even my too
He taught me how to when I was seven
I used to bust crazy
I couldn't even look because the loud sound to scare me
I love my pops for
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 scared of
All y'all brand new niggas just scared to
I spent too nights 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 Dunns
Build a jungle gym behind the crib, so they can enjoy
and VCR's
ATV's and big screen TV's please
Don't make me have to risk my
We our whole life for this, you get your shit beat in

[Verse 3:
It go one, two, three to the
That 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 all across the unified states
Sit and sup with the top rap reps
We the streets watching boy, move diligent
You better walk a nigga on a tightrope do
Infamous first infantry, division fourth mission
assignment, give em that shit they been missing
My new way bitching
that listen, get addicted to my diction
Fuck rhymes I write prescriptions, for your
Generic rap's just not like P's
one-hundred CC's on the throttle
I off, chest naked on Katanas
Spaghetti head Mobb niggas is bred
Fully blown tone, I rock skeleton bone shirts
And verses, but thirst for beats
So I can put more product out on the
Get respect and love, all the board
We've been adored for keeping it raw, nothing or more
I score every for sure
the rest of y'all niggas just nil