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 freestyles
CLUMINATIIII!!

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

[Verse 1:
I put my in between the papers line
Just a hustler out trying to make a dime
Feel like when crackheads was me to take the nine
Man these bum ass rappers need to make a
That say rap for food, for real scrap you're screwed
I put the on you and lil' scrap you dudes
My goons in the audience 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 studio in a still trappin'
On a beat from 99 that's slappin' dude
See rap I'm rude, disrespectful with the flow
I met wifey she disrespect and you bro
Shorty mouth crazy on the low
She like to spit on it disrespectful ho
On some real shit, you need a real bitch
Chillin' in public, not some groupie'd out in the club bitch
you don't hear from until you get up
It was quiet for you till you turning shit up
And that ain't real bitch, you more like a bill
Fridge ain't got no grub bitch but eat the booty like it's Publix??
Run these type chicks NOTHING is up
Shorty lost her sponsor that was her up
I'm hot damn ho here we go again
Your nigga cut you off scenario again
No Felipe you eating cereal again
No more you big as Terio again
Oh yea, for you niggas too
Wanna' talk cause they ain't as big as you
Wanna' throw dirt the bitch is diggin' you
Don't let the on the last album trigga' you
(YUUP! *trey songz tone*) You Trey, you poo nah nah
Look you done started ooh nah nah
Got the nine milli's, my two nah nahs
Used to call them Nadia, bye bye to you
We ain't got the thing out or we concealing
We're I'm 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 hang out up in buildings
boys in the lobby was rowdy yea
You gotta' think Bobby and yea
Now we out in Abu in Saudi air
Then they let me Ricky 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 sweep flows in a series of seven
Its the F to the A to the B you just get some mo' rellos'
I'm Frank yea but more ghetto
Yea I'm in a house with more rooms a hotello
I used to sit and Knicks moves, no Melo
Now I get to make king moves on rose
Shorty stand didn't shake no jell-o
Then she slow it down like the lights go yellow
On real shit
I just some real shit
Not none of this fuck
Sound like with that Chuck shit
Fuck all of that 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
to Brooklyn what's up? Queens what's good?!
NYC
Slide what's
Y'all ain't