Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm

[Intro: DJ

*EVIL

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

We done it all, been thru it all
quiet

[Verse 1:
I put my in between the papers line
a hustler out here trying to make a dime
Feel like when crackheads was beggin' me to take the
Man bum ass rappers need to make a sign
That say will rap for food, for real scrap you're
I put the on you and lil' scrap you dudes
My goons in the audience clap when cued
Put the in your chest and Millsap you dudes
I'm still snapping dude, still run my and still lapping' dudes
In the in a still trappin' mood
On a from 99 that's still slappin' dude
See real rap I'm rude, disrespectful with the
I met wifey she disrespect and you bro
Shorty crazy disrespectful on the low
She like to spit on it little ho
On some real shit, you just need a real
Chillin' when in public, not some out in the club bitch
Type you don't from 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 booty like Publix??
Run into these type NOTHING is up
Shorty her sponsor that was cuffin' her up
I'm hot damn ho here we go again
nigga cut you off broke scenario again
No more Felipe you cereal again
No more lipo you big as again
Oh yea, quiet for you too
Wanna' talk cause they ain't as big as you
Wanna' dirt cause the bitch is diggin' you
Don't let the songs on the last album you
(YUUP! *trey songz tone*) You 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 lacking got the thing out or we concealing
We're I'm from daddy's out in front of their children
My was to get the gang out and get them millions
Now mansions but used to hang out up in them buildings
boys in the lobby was rowdy yea
You gotta' think Bobby and yea
Now we out in Abu Dhabi in air
Then let me Ricky Bobby the Audi yea
(uh) on some Furious 7, rest in peace Paul I hope you hear this in heaven
I be preaching on these you would swear it's a reverend
game sweep flows in a series of seven
Its the F to the A to the B you just get some mo' rellos'
I'm Frank yea but more ghetto
Yea I'm in a house with more rooms a hotello
I used to sit and watch Knicks moves, no
Now I get to king moves on rose petals
Shorty still didn't shake no jell-o
she slow it down like when the lights go yellow
On some real
I want some real shit
Not none of this fuck
Sound like Barkley with that Chuck
Fuck all of that weird I'm tired of that
If it ain't Young OG then quiet for that
the real...

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