Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm

[Intro: DJ

*EVIL

DJ Clue. Dessert Storm. boy Fabolous. Street Fam
wanna' freestyle
Y'all better get your bar work
I'm tellin' you now
Friday freestyles
CLUMINATIIII!!

We done seen it all, been it all
quiet

[Verse 1:
I put my lifetime in between the papers
Just a hustler out here trying to make a
Feel like when 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 screwed
I put the paws on you and lil' you dudes
My goons in the audience still clap cued
Put the Hawk in chest and Millsap you dudes
I'm still snapping dude, still run my city and still lapping'
In the studio in a still mood
On a beat from 99 that's still slappin'
See real rap I'm rude, disrespectful with the
I met she disrespect and call you bro
Shorty mouth disrespectful on the low
She like to spit on it disrespectful ho
On some real shit, you need a real bitch
Chillin' when in public, not groupie'd out in the club bitch
Type you don't from until you get up
It was for you till you started turning shit up
And ain't real bitch, you more like a bill bitch
Fridge ain't got no grub bitch but it's eat the booty like Publix??
Run these type chicks NOTHING is up
lost her sponsor that was cuffin' her up
I'm like hot ho here we go again
Your nigga cut you off broke scenario
No more Felipe you cereal again
No lipo you big as Terio again
Oh yea, for you niggas too
Wanna' small cause they 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! *trey songz tone*) You Trey, you poo nah nah
what you done 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 used to hang out up in them
boys in the lobby was rowdy yea
You gotta' Bobby and Rowdy 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 Walker I hope you hear this in heaven
I be preaching on these you would swear it's a reverend
Four game sweep flows in a series of
Its the F to the A to the B O-L-O-U-S you just get mo' rellos'
I'm Frank yea but more ghetto
Yea I'm in a house with more rooms than a
I used to sit and Knicks moves, no Melo
Now I get to make king moves on rose
Shorty stand still didn't shake no
Then she slow it down like when the lights go
On real shit
I just want real shit
Not none of this shit
like Barkley with that Chuck shit
Fuck all of weird 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 what's up? Queens what's good?!
NYC
Slide popping?
ain't ready