Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm

[Intro: DJ

*EVIL

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

We done it all, been thru it all
quiet

[Verse 1:
I put my lifetime in the papers line
Just a hustler out trying to make a dime
Feel like when 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' scrap you
My in the audience still clap when cued
Put the Hawk in your and Millsap you dudes
I'm still snapping dude, still run my city and still dudes
In the in a still trappin' mood
On a beat from 99 that's still slappin'
See real rap I'm rude, with the flow
I met she disrespect and call you bro
mouth crazy disrespectful on the low
She like to spit on it little ho
On some real shit, you just need a bitch
Chillin' when in public, not 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 real bitch, you more like a bill bitch
Fridge ain't got no grub bitch but it's eat the booty it's Publix??
Run into these chicks NOTHING is up
lost her sponsor that was cuffin' her up
I'm like hot damn ho here we go
Your cut you off broke scenario again
No more you eating cereal again
No more 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 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 started ooh nah nah
Got the twin nine milli's, my two nah
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 of their children
My plan was to get the gang out and get them
Now it's mansions but to hang out up in them buildings
Them boys in the lobby was yea
You gotta' Bobby and Rowdy yea
Now we out in Abu Dhabi in air
Then let me Ricky Bobby the Audi yea
(uh) on some Furious 7, rest in peace Paul Walker I hope you this in heaven
I be preaching on niggas you would swear it's a reverend
Four game sweep flows in a of seven
Its the F to the A to the B O-L-O-U-S you just get some mo'
I'm Frank Costello yea but ghetto
Yea I'm in a house with rooms than a hotello
I to sit and watch Knicks moves, no Melo
Now I get to king 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 real shit
Not none of this shit
Sound like Barkley that Chuck shit
all of that weird shit I'm tired of that
If it ain't OG then it's quiet for that
the real...

[Outro: DJ
DJ Clue..Dessert Storm...That boy
Shoutout to what's up? Queens what's good?!
NYC
Slide what's
Y'all ready