Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm

[Intro: DJ

*EVIL

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

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

[Verse 1:
I put my lifetime in the papers line
Just a hustler out here to make a dime
Feel like when was beggin' me to take the nine
Man these bum ass rappers need to make a
say will rap for food, for real scrap you're screwed
I put the paws on you and scrap you dudes
My goons in the still clap when cued
Put the in your chest and Millsap you dudes
I'm still snapping dude, still run my city and still lapping'
In the studio in a trappin' 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 spit on it disrespectful ho
On some real shit, you just need a real
Chillin' when in public, not some groupie'd out in the bitch
Type you don't hear from you get up
It was for you till you started turning shit up
And that ain't real bitch, you more a bill bitch
ain't got no grub bitch but it's eat the booty like it's Publix??
Run into these type NOTHING is up
lost her sponsor that was cuffin' her up
I'm like hot damn ho here we go
Your nigga cut you off broke again
No more you eating cereal again
No lipo you big as Terio again
Oh yea, quiet for you too
Wanna' small talk they ain't as big as you
Wanna' throw dirt the bitch is diggin' you
Don't let the songs on the last album you
(YUUP! *trey tone*) You ain't Trey, you poo nah nah
Look what you started ooh nah nah
Got the twin 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
We're I'm from bang out in front of their children
My plan was to get the gang out and get millions
Now it's mansions but used to hang out up in them
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 Paul Walker I hope you hear this in
I be preaching on niggas you would swear it's a reverend
Four game flows in a series of seven
Its the F to the A to the B you just get some mo' rellos'
I'm Frank Costello yea but ghetto
Yea I'm in a house more rooms than a hotello
I used to sit and watch moves, no Melo
Now I get to make king moves on petals
Shorty still didn't shake no jell-o
Then she slow it like when the lights go yellow
On some shit
I just want some shit
Not none of this shit
like Barkley with that Chuck shit
Fuck all of that shit I'm tired of that
If it ain't Young OG then it's for that
the real...

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