Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm

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

[Verse 1:
I put my lifetime in the paper's lines
I'm the quiet storm nigga who fight
P, yeah you heard of him but I concerned with them
Nigga I pop more guns than you them
my route while the sun's out and scold your men
Unload ten in daylight, get right
Fuck life, hop on my ninety-eight dirt bike
You try to stop mines from growing, make your blood stop flowing
Take action to any ass if he asking
Now come the Mac 10
You's a blower
Trying to the Dunn 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 wilding out for the night thrower
Rusty shank holder, we this shit

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

2: Prodigy]
Yo the P rock forty inch cables, drinking white
My chain hang to my dick, my piece bang glass tables
and guns before the fame, duke
A nigga me hold Tecs
Are you the too
through the emotions of gun holding
Long shotgun's my pants leg limping
Killa B you still living, my pops too
He taught me how to shoot when I was
I used to shots crazy
I even look because the loud sound used to scare me
I love my pops for
I my nigga D-Black
I'll take the life of anybody trying to what's left
And through all of that a nigga scared of death
All y'all brand new niggas just to death
I too many nights sniffing coke getting right
Wasting my life now I'm trying to make right
Grand open some gates, invest in the rag
Do things for the kids, the little
a jungle gym behind the crib, so they can enjoy youth
CBR's and
ATV's and big screen TV's please
Don't make me have to risk my
We worked our whole life for this, you get your beat in

[Verse 3:
It go one, two, to the fourth
That nigga got that shit for y'alls
Peoples to to, stirring up pots of brew
In hell's kitchen, I the impossible
To serve hot all across the unified states
Sit and sup with the top rap reps
We the that's watching boy, move diligent
You better walk a nigga on a tightrope do
Infamous infantry, first division fourth mission
First assignment, give em that shit been missing
My new way bitching
that listen, get addicted to my diction
Fuck rhymes I write prescriptions, for your
Generic rap's not potent like P's
one-hundred CC's on the throttle
I peel off, naked on Katanas
Spaghetti head Mobb is full bred
Fully blown melanin tone, I rock skeleton shirts
And verses, but thirst for worse
So I can put more product out on the
Get and love, all across the board
We've adored for keeping it raw, nothing less or more
I every time for sure
the rest of y'all niggas just nil