Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm

[Intro:
Done through 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 been it all yo
Let y'all niggas know now
Word to mother, for real, for
That is the truth
I'm not

[Verse 1:
I put my in between the paper's lines
I'm the quiet storm who fight rhyme
P, yeah you heard of him but I ain't with them
Nigga I pop more than you holding them
my route while the sun's out and scold your men
Unload ten in broad daylight, get
Fuck life, hop on my ninety-eight dirt bike
You try to stop mines growing, I'll make your blood stop flowing
Take action to any ass if he asking
Now here the Mac 10
You's a blower
to speak the Dunn language
What the drilly with though, it ain't banging
You hooked on Mobb-phonics,
to the Pop Dog like you got it
You ain't no wilding out for the fist thrower
shank holder, we live this shit

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

2: Prodigy]
Yo the P rock forty inch cables, drinking label
My chain hang to my dick, my piece bang glass tables
Diamonds and guns before the fame,
A nigga me hold Tecs
Are you the too
through the emotions of gun holding
Long down my pants leg limping
Killa B you living, even 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 my pops for that
I love my nigga
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 new niggas just scared to death
I spent too many nights sniffing coke getting
Wasting my life now I'm trying to make things
Grand open some gates, invest in the rag
Do for the kids, the little Dunns
Build a jungle gym behind the crib, so they can youth
CBR's and
and big screen TV's nigga please
Don't make me have to my freedom
We worked our whole life for this, you get 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, stirring up pots of
In kitchen, I chef the impossible
To serve hot plates all across the 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
first infantry, first division fourth mission
First assignment, give em shit they been missing
My new edition's way
Those that listen, get addicted to my
rhymes I write prescriptions, for your disease
Generic rap's just not like P's
One-thousand one-hundred on the throttle
I off, chest naked on Katanas
Spaghetti head 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, less or more
I score every for sure
While the rest of y'all niggas nil