Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm

[Intro:
Done been it all man
Blood sweat and
Niggas is dead and
What the fuck can happen yo
I don't think much more son, 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 is the truth
I'm not

[Verse 1:
I put my lifetime in between the lines
I'm the storm nigga who fight rhyme
P, yeah you heard of him but I ain't concerned them
Nigga I pop more guns you holding them
Make my while the sun's out and scold your men
Unload ten in broad daylight, get
your life, hop on my ninety-eight dirt bike
You try to stop mines from growing, I'll make your blood stop
Take action to any ass if he asking
Now here the Mac 10
You's a dick
Trying to speak the language
What the drilly with that though, it ain't
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 this

Havoc]
Cause it's the real shit, to make em feel shit
Lump em in the club shit, you wilding out when you bump this
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw
a nigga OD cause it's never enough

[Verse 2:
Yo the P rock forty cables, drinking white label
My chain down to my dick, my piece bang glass tables
Diamonds and guns the fame, duke
A nigga like me hold
Are you the too
through the emotions of gun holding
Long shotgun's down my leg limping
B you still living, even my pops too
He me how to shoot when I was seven
I to bust shots crazy
I couldn't even look the loud sound used to scare me
I love my for that
I love my D-Black
take 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 scared to
I too many nights sniffing coke getting right
my life 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 gym behind the crib, so they can enjoy youth
CBR's and
ATV's and big screen TV's please
make me have to risk my freedom
We worked our whole for this, you get your shit beat in

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