Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm

[Intro: DJ

LAUGH*

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

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

[Verse 1:
I put my in between the papers line
Just a out here trying to make a dime
Feel when crackheads was beggin' me to take the nine
Man these bum ass rappers need to make a
That say will rap for food, for scrap you're screwed
I put the paws on you and lil' you dudes
My goons in the audience still when cued
Put the Hawk in your chest and you dudes
I'm still dude, still run my city and still lapping' dudes
In the studio in a still mood
On a beat 99 that's still slappin' dude
See rap I'm rude, disrespectful with the flow
I met wifey she disrespect and you bro
Shorty mouth disrespectful on the low
She like to spit on it disrespectful ho
On some real shit, you just need a real
when in public, not some groupie'd out in the club bitch
Type you don't hear until you get up
It was quiet for you till you started shit up
And that ain't real bitch, you more like a bitch
Fridge ain't got no grub bitch but it's eat the booty it's Publix??
Run into type chicks NOTHING is up
lost her sponsor that was cuffin' her up
I'm like hot ho here we go again
Your nigga cut you off broke scenario
No more you eating cereal again
No more lipo you big as Terio
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 album trigga' you
(YUUP! *trey songz tone*) You 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 lacking got the thing out or we
We're I'm from daddy's bang out in front of their
My plan was to get the out and get them millions
Now it's mansions but used to hang out up in them
Them boys in the was rowdy yea
You gotta' Bobby and Rowdy yea
Now we out in Abu in Saudi air
Then they let me Ricky the Audi yea
(uh) on some Furious 7, rest in Paul Walker I hope you hear this in heaven
I be preaching on these niggas you would swear 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 mo' rellos'
I'm Costello yea but more ghetto
Yea I'm in a house more rooms than a hotello
I to sit and watch Knicks moves, no Melo
Now I get to make king moves on petals
Shorty stand didn't shake no jell-o
Then she it down like when the lights go yellow
On some real
I just want some shit
Not none of this shit
Sound like with that Chuck shit
Fuck all of that weird I'm tired of that
If it ain't Young OG then it's for that
the real...

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