Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm

[Intro: DJ

*EVIL

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

We seen it all, been thru it all
quiet

[Verse 1:
I put my lifetime in the papers line
Just a out here trying to make a dime
Feel like when crackheads was beggin' me to take the
Man these bum ass rappers to make a sign
That say rap for food, for real scrap you're screwed
I put the paws on you and lil' scrap you
My goons in the audience still when cued
Put the Hawk in your chest and Millsap you
I'm still dude, still run my city and still lapping' dudes
In the studio in a still trappin'
On a beat from 99 that's slappin' dude
See rap I'm rude, disrespectful with the flow
I met wifey she and call you bro
Shorty crazy disrespectful on the low
She like to spit on it disrespectful ho
On real shit, you just need a real bitch
Chillin' when in public, not some groupie'd out in the club
Type you don't hear until you get up
It was quiet for you till you started shit up
And that real bitch, you more like a bill bitch
Fridge ain't got no grub bitch but eat the booty like it's Publix??
Run into type chicks NOTHING is up
Shorty lost her sponsor that was her up
I'm like hot ho here we go again
Your nigga cut you off broke again
No Felipe you eating 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' throw dirt cause the is diggin' you
Don't let the songs on the last trigga' you
(YUUP! songz tone*) You ain't Trey, you poo nah nah
Look what you done ooh nah nah
Got the nine milli's, my two nah nahs
Used to them Nadia, still bye bye to you
We ain't lacking got the out or we concealing
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 but used to hang out up in them buildings
Them boys in the was rowdy yea
You gotta' think Bobby and yea
Now we out in Abu in Saudi air
they let me Ricky Bobby the Audi yea
(uh) on some Furious 7, in peace Paul Walker I hope you hear this in heaven
I be on these niggas you would swear it's a reverend
Four game sweep flows in a series of
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 more
Yea I'm in a house more rooms than a hotello
I to sit and watch Knicks moves, no Melo
Now I get to king moves on rose petals
Shorty stand still shake no jell-o
Then she slow it down like the lights go yellow
On real shit
I just want some real
Not none of this shit
Sound like Barkley that Chuck shit
Fuck all of that weird shit I'm of that
If it ain't OG then it's quiet for that
the real...

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