Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm

[Intro: DJ

*EVIL

DJ Clue. Dessert Storm. boy Fabolous. Street Fam
Niggas freestyle
better get your bar work together
I'm you right now
night freestyles
CLUMINATIIII!!

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

[Verse 1:
I put my lifetime in between the papers
a hustler out here trying to make a dime
Feel like crackheads was beggin' me to take the nine
Man bum ass rappers 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 goons in the audience still clap when
Put the Hawk in chest and Millsap you dudes
I'm still snapping dude, still run my and still lapping' dudes
In the studio in a still mood
On a beat 99 that's still slappin' dude
See real rap I'm rude, disrespectful the flow
I met she disrespect and call you bro
Shorty mouth crazy on the low
She like to on it disrespectful little ho
On some real shit, you just a real 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 turning 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 like it's
Run these type chicks NOTHING is up
Shorty her sponsor that was cuffin' her up
I'm like hot damn ho here we go
Your nigga cut you off scenario again
No Felipe you eating cereal again
No lipo you big as Terio again
Oh yea, quiet for you too
Wanna' small talk cause ain't as big as you
throw dirt cause the bitch is diggin' you
Don't let the songs on the last trigga' you
(YUUP! songz tone*) You ain't Trey, you poo nah nah
what 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 got the thing out or we concealing
We're I'm from daddy's out in front of their children
My plan was to get the gang out and get them
Now it's but used to hang out up in them buildings
boys in the lobby was rowdy yea
You gotta' think and Rowdy yea
Now we out in Abu in Saudi air
Then they let me Bobby the Audi yea
(uh) on some Furious 7, rest in peace Paul Walker I hope you this in heaven
I be preaching on these you would swear it's 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 get some mo' rellos'
I'm Frank Costello yea but more
Yea I'm in a house with more rooms than a
I used to sit and watch 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 when the lights go
On real shit
I want some real shit
Not of this fuck shit
Sound like with that Chuck shit
Fuck all of that weird I'm tired of that
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? Queens good?!
NYC
Slide popping?
ain't ready