Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm

[Intro:
Done through it all man
sweat and tears
Niggas is dead and
the fuck else can happen yo
I don't think more son, word to mother yo
We done seen it all, and through it all yo
Let niggas know right now
Word to mother, for real, for
shit 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, yeah you heard of him but I ain't concerned with
Nigga I pop more guns you holding them
Make my route while the sun's out and your men
Unload ten in daylight, get right
Fuck your life, hop on my ninety-eight bike
You try to stop mines from growing, I'll make blood stop flowing
Take action to any ass if he asking
Now come the Mac 10
a dick blower
Trying to speak the Dunn
What the drilly with that though, it ain't
You hooked on Mobb-phonics,
Lying to the Pop Dog you got it
You ain't no wilding out for the night fist
shank holder, we live this shit

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

[Verse 2:
Yo the P rock forty inch cables, white label
My chain hang to my dick, my piece bang glass tables
and guns before 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
Killa B you still living, my pops too
He me how to shoot when I was seven
I used to shots crazy
I couldn't even look because the loud sound to scare me
I love my for that
I my nigga D-Black
I'll take the life of anybody trying to change left
And through all of that a ain't scared of death
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 right
Grand some gates, invest in the rag business
Do things for the kids, the little
Build a jungle gym behind the crib, so they can youth
CBR's and
ATV's and big screen TV's please
Don't make me have to 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 for y'alls
Peoples to to, stirring up pots of brew
In hell's kitchen, I the impossible
To hot plates all across the unified states
Sit and sup with the top rap reps
We the streets watching boy, move diligent
You walk like a nigga on a tightrope do
Infamous first infantry, first fourth mission
assignment, give em that shit they been missing
My new edition's way
Those that listen, get addicted to my
Fuck rhymes I write prescriptions, for disease
rap's just not potent like P's
One-thousand one-hundred CC's on the
I peel off, chest naked on
Spaghetti head Mobb niggas is full
Fully melanin tone, I rock skeleton bone shirts
And verses, but for worse beats
So I can put more product out on the
Get respect and love, all the board
We've adored for keeping it raw, nothing less or more
I score every time for
While the rest of y'all niggas nil