Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm

[Intro: DJ

LAUGH*

DJ Clue. Dessert Storm. 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 a dime
Feel like when crackheads was beggin' me to the nine
Man these bum ass need to make a sign
That say rap for food, for real scrap you're screwed
I put the paws on you and lil' scrap you
My goons in the audience still clap cued
Put the Hawk in your chest and you dudes
I'm still snapping dude, still run my city and still lapping'
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 wifey she disrespect and you bro
Shorty crazy disrespectful on the low
She like to spit on it disrespectful 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 hear from you get up
It was quiet for you till you started shit up
And that ain't real bitch, you more like a bitch
Fridge ain't got no grub bitch but it's eat the booty like it's
Run into these chicks NOTHING is up
Shorty lost her that was cuffin' her up
I'm like hot damn ho here we go
Your nigga cut you off broke again
No more Felipe you cereal again
No more lipo you big as Terio
Oh yea, for you niggas too
small 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 tone*) You ain't Trey, you poo nah nah
Look you done started ooh nah nah
Got the nine milli's, my two nah nahs
Used to them Nadia, still bye bye to you
We ain't got the thing out or we concealing
I'm from daddy's bang out in front of their children
My was to get the gang out and get them millions
Now it's mansions but used to out up in them buildings
Them boys in the was rowdy yea
You gotta' Bobby and Rowdy yea
Now we out in Abu in Saudi air
they 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 on these 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 Costello yea but more ghetto
Yea I'm in a house with rooms than a hotello
I to sit and watch Knicks moves, no Melo
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 real
I want some real shit
Not none of this fuck
Sound like Barkley with Chuck shit
Fuck all of that weird 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? Queens good?!
NYC
Slide popping?
Y'all ready