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 think much more son, word to mother yo
We done seen it all, and been it all yo
Let y'all know right now
to mother, for real, for real
That shit is the
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 ain't concerned them
Nigga I pop more than you holding them
Make my while the sun's out and scold your men
Unload ten in daylight, get right
your life, hop on my ninety-eight dirt bike
You try to stop mines from growing, I'll make blood stop flowing
Take affirmative to any ass if he asking
Now come the Mac 10
You's a blower
Trying to the Dunn language
What the drilly with that though, it banging
You on Mobb-phonics, Infamous-bonics
Lying to the Pop Dog you got it
You no wilding out for the night fist thrower
Rusty shank holder, we live shit

[Hook:
Cause it's the real shit, shit to em feel shit
Lump em in the club shit, have you wilding out when you this
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw
Have a nigga OD cause it's enough

[Verse 2:
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 emotions of gun
Long down my pants leg limping
Killa B you still living, my pops too
He me how to shoot when 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 my nigga D-Black
I'll take the life of anybody trying to change what's
And all of that a nigga ain't scared of death
All y'all brand new just scared to death
I spent too many nights sniffing coke right
my life now I'm trying to make things right
Grand open some gates, in the rag business
Do things for the kids, the little
Build a jungle gym the crib, so they can enjoy youth
and VCR's
ATV's and big screen nigga please
Don't me have to risk my freedom
We worked our whole life for this, you get your shit in

[Verse 3:
It go one, two, to the fourth
That P-Double got that shit for y'alls
Peoples to rock to, up pots of brew
In hell's kitchen, I chef the
To serve hot plates all across the unified
Sit down and sup with the top rap
We the streets that's watching boy, diligent
You better walk a nigga on a tightrope do
Infamous infantry, first division fourth mission
assignment, give em that shit they been missing
My new edition's way
that listen, get addicted to my diction
Fuck rhymes I prescriptions, for your disease
rap's just not potent like P's
One-thousand one-hundred on the throttle
I peel off, chest naked on
Spaghetti head Mobb niggas is full
Fully blown melanin tone, I rock bone shirts
And verses, but for worse beats
So I can put more out on the street
Get and love, all across the board
We've adored for keeping it raw, nothing less or more
I score time for sure
the rest of y'all niggas just nil