Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm

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

[Verse 1:
I put my lifetime in between the lines
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 than you holding
Make my route the sun's out and scold your men
Unload ten in broad daylight, get
Fuck your life, hop on my ninety-eight dirt
You try to stop mines growing, I'll make your blood stop flowing
Take affirmative action to any ass if he
Now come the Mac 10
a dick blower
Trying to speak the language
the drilly with that though, it ain't banging
You hooked on Mobb-phonics,
Lying to the Pop Dog you got it
You ain't no out for the night fist thrower
shank holder, we live this shit

[Hook:
Cause it's the 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 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 me hold Tecs
Are you the too
through the emotions of gun holding
Long down my pants leg limping
Killa B you still living, my pops too
He taught me how to shoot when I was
I to bust shots crazy
I couldn't even look because the loud sound used to me
I love my pops for
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 new niggas just scared to death
I spent too many nights sniffing getting right
Wasting my life now I'm trying to make right
Grand open some gates, in the rag business
Do things for the kids, the Dunns
a jungle gym behind the crib, so they can enjoy youth
CBR's and
ATV's and big screen TV's nigga
Don't make me have to my freedom
We our whole life for this, you get your shit beat in

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