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 together
I'm you right now
night freestyles
CLUMINATIIII!!

We done seen it all, 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 was beggin' me to take the nine
Man these bum ass rappers to make a sign
That say will rap for food, for real you're screwed
I put the on you and lil' scrap you dudes
My goons in the audience clap when cued
Put the Hawk in chest and Millsap you dudes
I'm still snapping dude, still run my and still lapping' dudes
In the studio in a trappin' mood
On a beat from 99 still slappin' dude
See real rap I'm rude, with the flow
I met wifey she and call you bro
Shorty mouth disrespectful on the low
She like to on it disrespectful little ho
On some real shit, you just need a real
Chillin' in public, not some groupie'd out in the club bitch
Type you hear from until you get up
It was quiet for you till you started turning up
And that ain't real bitch, you like a bill bitch
Fridge ain't got no bitch but it's eat the booty like it's Publix??
Run into type chicks NOTHING is up
Shorty her sponsor that was cuffin' her up
I'm hot damn ho here we go again
Your nigga cut you off scenario again
No more you eating cereal again
No more you big as Terio again
Oh yea, quiet for you too
Wanna' small cause they ain't as big as you
throw dirt cause the bitch is diggin' you
Don't let the songs on the last trigga' you
(YUUP! *trey tone*) You ain't Trey, you poo nah nah
Look you done started ooh nah nah
Got the twin milli's, my two nah nahs
to call them Nadia, still bye bye to you
We lacking got the thing out or we concealing
We're I'm daddy's bang out in front of their children
My was to get the gang out and get them millions
Now it's but used to hang 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
they let me Ricky Bobby the Audi yea
(uh) on some Furious 7, rest in peace Paul Walker I hope you hear this in
I be on these niggas you would swear it's a reverend
Four game flows in a series of seven
Its the F to the A to the B O-L-O-U-S you just get some mo'
I'm Frank yea but more ghetto
Yea I'm in a house with more than a hotello
I used to sit and Knicks moves, no Melo
Now I get to make moves on rose petals
Shorty stand still didn't shake no
Then she slow it like when the lights go yellow
On real shit
I want some real shit
Not none of this shit
like Barkley with that Chuck shit
Fuck all of that weird shit I'm of that
If it ain't Young OG then it's quiet for
the real...

[Outro: DJ
DJ Clue..Dessert Storm...That boy
Shoutout to Brooklyn what's up? what's good?!
NYC
Slide popping?
Y'all ain't