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 work
I'm tellin' you now
night freestyles
CLUMINATIIII!!

We done it all, been thru it all
quiet

[Verse 1:
I put my lifetime in the papers line
a hustler out here trying to make a dime
Feel like when was beggin' me to take the nine
Man bum ass rappers need to make a sign
That say rap for food, for real scrap you're screwed
I put the paws on you and 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 city and lapping' dudes
In the in a still trappin' mood
On a beat 99 that's still slappin' dude
See real rap I'm rude, disrespectful with the
I met she disrespect and call you bro
Shorty mouth disrespectful on the low
She to spit on it disrespectful little ho
On real shit, you just need a real bitch
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 turning shit up
And that ain't bitch, you more like a bill bitch
Fridge ain't got no grub but it's eat the booty like it's Publix??
Run into these type chicks is up
Shorty lost her sponsor that was her up
I'm like hot ho here we go again
Your nigga cut you off scenario again
No Felipe you eating cereal again
No lipo you big as Terio again
Oh yea, for you niggas too
small talk cause they ain't as big as you
Wanna' throw cause the bitch is diggin' you
Don't let the on the last album trigga' you
(YUUP! *trey tone*) You ain't Trey, you poo nah nah
Look what you started ooh nah nah
Got the twin milli's, my two nah nahs
Used to them Nadia, still bye bye to you
We ain't 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 mansions but used to hang out up in them buildings
boys in the lobby was rowdy yea
You gotta' think and Rowdy yea
Now we out in Abu in Saudi air
Then they let me Ricky Bobby the yea
(uh) on some Furious 7, rest in peace Walker I hope you hear this in heaven
I be preaching on these you would swear it's a reverend
Four 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 make moves on rose petals
Shorty stand still didn't no jell-o
Then she slow it down like when the lights go
On some real
I just want real shit
Not none of fuck shit
Sound like Barkley with that shit
Fuck all of that weird shit I'm tired of
If it ain't Young OG then it's quiet for
the real...

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