Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm

[Intro: DJ

*EVIL

DJ Clue. Dessert Storm. That boy Fabolous. Fam
Niggas freestyle
Y'all better get your bar together
I'm tellin' you now
night freestyles
CLUMINATIIII!!

We seen it all, been thru it all
It's

[Verse 1:
I put my lifetime in the papers line
Just a hustler out here trying to make a
Feel like when crackheads was me to take the nine
Man these bum ass need to make a sign
That say rap for food, for real scrap you're screwed
I put the paws on you and lil' you dudes
My goons in the still clap when cued
Put the Hawk in your and Millsap you dudes
I'm still snapping dude, still run my city and lapping' dudes
In the in a still trappin' mood
On a beat from 99 that's slappin' dude
See real rap I'm rude, disrespectful with the
I met wifey she disrespect and you bro
mouth crazy disrespectful on the low
She like to on it disrespectful little ho
On some real shit, you need a real bitch
Chillin' when in public, not some out in the club bitch
Type you don't hear until you get up
It was for you till you started turning shit up
And ain't real bitch, you more like a bill bitch
Fridge ain't got no grub bitch but it's eat the like it's Publix??
Run into these chicks NOTHING is up
Shorty lost her that was cuffin' her up
I'm like hot damn ho we go again
Your nigga cut you off broke again
No more Felipe you eating again
No more lipo you big as again
Oh yea, quiet for you too
Wanna' small talk cause they as big as you
Wanna' throw dirt cause the bitch is you
Don't let the on the last album trigga' you
(YUUP! songz tone*) You ain't Trey, you poo nah nah
what you done started ooh nah nah
Got the nine milli's, my two nah nahs
Used to call them Nadia, bye bye to you
We ain't got the thing out or we concealing
We're I'm from daddy's bang out in front of children
My was to get the gang out and get them millions
Now it's mansions but used to out up in them buildings
Them in the lobby was rowdy yea
You gotta' Bobby and Rowdy yea
Now we out in Abu Dhabi in air
Then they let me Bobby the Audi yea
(uh) on some Furious 7, in peace Paul Walker I hope you hear this in heaven
I be preaching on these niggas you swear it's a reverend
Four game sweep in a series of seven
Its the F to the A to the B O-L-O-U-S you get some mo' rellos'
I'm Frank Costello yea but ghetto
Yea I'm in a house with rooms than a hotello
I used to sit and watch Knicks moves, no
Now I get to make king on rose petals
Shorty stand still didn't shake no
Then she slow it down like when the lights go
On some real
I just want some shit
Not none of this shit
like Barkley with that Chuck shit
Fuck all of that shit I'm tired of that
If it Young OG then it's quiet for that
the real...

[Outro: DJ
DJ Clue..Dessert Storm...That boy
Shoutout to Brooklyn up? Queens what's good?!
NYC
Slide popping?
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