Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm

[Intro: DJ

*EVIL

DJ Clue. Dessert Storm. boy Fabolous. Street Fam
Niggas wanna'
Y'all better get your bar work
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 hustler out trying to make a dime
like when crackheads was beggin' me to take the nine
Man these bum ass rappers to make a sign
say will rap for food, for real scrap you're screwed
I put the paws on you and lil' you dudes
My goons in the audience still clap when
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 trappin' mood
On a beat from 99 that's slappin' dude
See rap I'm rude, disrespectful 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 real shit, you just need a real bitch
when in public, not some groupie'd out in the club bitch
Type you don't hear from you get up
It was quiet for you till you started turning up
And that ain't real bitch, you more like a bill
ain't got no grub bitch but it's eat the booty like it's Publix??
Run into these type NOTHING is up
Shorty lost her sponsor that was her up
I'm like hot damn ho here we go
Your cut you off broke scenario 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
let the songs on the last album trigga' you
(YUUP! *trey tone*) You ain't Trey, you poo nah nah
what you done started ooh nah nah
Got the twin nine milli's, my two nah
Used to call them Nadia, bye bye to you
We ain't lacking got the out or we concealing
We're I'm from daddy's out in front of their children
My plan was to get the out and get them millions
Now it's mansions but used to hang out up in them
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 Ricky Bobby the yea
(uh) on some Furious 7, rest in peace Paul Walker I hope you hear this in
I be preaching on these niggas you would 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 just get some mo'
I'm Frank Costello yea but more
Yea I'm in a house with more rooms than a
I used to sit and watch Knicks moves, no
Now I get to make king moves on petals
Shorty stand still shake no jell-o
Then she slow it down like the lights go yellow
On some shit
I just want real shit
Not none of this shit
Sound like Barkley with Chuck shit
Fuck all of that shit I'm tired of that
If it ain't Young OG it's 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?
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