Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm

[Intro: DJ

*EVIL

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

We done seen it all, been it all
quiet

[Verse 1:
I put my lifetime in between the line
Just a hustler out trying to make a dime
Feel when crackheads was beggin' me to take the nine
Man these bum ass rappers need to a sign
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 clap cued
Put the Hawk in your chest and you dudes
I'm still snapping dude, still run my city and still dudes
In the studio in a still trappin'
On a beat 99 that's still slappin' dude
See rap I'm rude, disrespectful with the flow
I met she disrespect and call you bro
Shorty mouth disrespectful on the low
She to spit on it disrespectful little ho
On some real shit, you just need a bitch
Chillin' 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 bill
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 more you eating cereal again
No more you big as Terio again
Oh yea, for you niggas too
Wanna' small cause they ain't as big as you
Wanna' throw dirt the bitch is diggin' you
let the songs on the last album trigga' you
(YUUP! *trey songz tone*) You Trey, you poo nah nah
Look what you done ooh nah nah
Got the twin nine milli's, my two nah
Used to call 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 of their children
My plan was to get the gang out and get millions
Now it's mansions but used to out up in them buildings
Them boys in the lobby was yea
You gotta' think and Rowdy yea
Now we out in Abu Dhabi in air
Then 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 preaching on these niggas you would swear 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 just get some mo'
I'm Costello yea but more ghetto
Yea I'm in a house with more rooms a hotello
I to sit and watch Knicks moves, no Melo
Now I get to make moves on rose petals
Shorty stand didn't shake no jell-o
Then she slow it down like when the go yellow
On some shit
I just want some real
Not none of fuck shit
Sound like Barkley that Chuck shit
Fuck all of that weird shit I'm of that
If it Young 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 what's
ain't ready