Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm

[Intro: DJ

LAUGH*

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

We seen it all, been thru it all
quiet

[Verse 1:
I put my lifetime in between the papers
Just a out here trying to make a dime
Feel like when crackheads was me to take the nine
Man these bum ass need to make a sign
That say will rap for food, for real scrap you're
I put the paws on you and lil' you dudes
My in the audience still clap when cued
Put the Hawk in your and Millsap you dudes
I'm still snapping dude, run my city and still lapping' dudes
In the in a still trappin' mood
On a beat from 99 that's still 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 from until you get up
It was quiet for you till you started shit up
And that ain't real bitch, you more a bill bitch
Fridge ain't got no grub bitch but eat the booty like it's Publix??
Run into these type chicks is up
lost her sponsor that was cuffin' her up
I'm hot damn ho here we go again
nigga cut you off broke scenario again
No more Felipe you 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 dirt cause the bitch is you
Don't let the songs on the last trigga' you
(YUUP! songz tone*) You ain't Trey, you poo nah nah
Look you done started 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
I'm from daddy's bang out in front of their children
My plan was to get the gang out and get them
Now it's mansions but used to out up in them buildings
Them in the lobby was rowdy yea
You gotta' think Bobby and 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 Walker I hope you hear this in heaven
I be preaching on these niggas you would it's a reverend
game sweep 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 with more than a hotello
I to sit and watch Knicks moves, no Melo
Now I get to make king moves on petals
stand still didn't shake no jell-o
Then she slow it down like the lights go yellow
On some shit
I just some real shit
Not none of this fuck
Sound like Barkley with that shit
Fuck all of that weird shit I'm tired of
If it ain't Young OG then quiet for that
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