Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm

[Intro: DJ

LAUGH*

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

We done seen it all, thru 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 crackheads was beggin' me to take the
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 still clap when cued
Put the Hawk in your chest and Millsap you
I'm still snapping dude, still run my city and still lapping'
In the studio in a still trappin'
On a beat 99 that's still slappin' dude
See rap I'm rude, disrespectful with the flow
I met she disrespect and call you bro
Shorty mouth disrespectful on the low
She like to spit on it little ho
On some real shit, you just need a bitch
Chillin' when in public, not some out in the club bitch
Type you don't from until you get up
It was quiet for you till you started shit up
And that real bitch, you more like a bill bitch
Fridge ain't got no grub bitch but it's eat the like it's Publix??
Run into type chicks NOTHING is up
Shorty lost her sponsor was cuffin' 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 lipo you big as Terio
Oh yea, quiet for you too
Wanna' small talk cause ain't as big as you
Wanna' throw 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
Look what you done ooh nah nah
Got the twin nine milli's, my two nah
Used to call Nadia, still bye bye to you
We ain't lacking got the thing out or we
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 to hang out up in them buildings
boys in the lobby was rowdy yea
You gotta' Bobby and Rowdy yea
Now we out in Abu Dhabi in air
Then let me Ricky Bobby 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 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 ghetto
Yea I'm in a house with rooms than a hotello
I used to sit and Knicks moves, no Melo
Now I get to make king moves on petals
Shorty stand didn't shake no jell-o
Then she slow it down like when the lights go
On some shit
I just want real shit
Not of this fuck shit
Sound Barkley with that Chuck shit
Fuck all of that weird shit I'm 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?
ain't ready