Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm

[Intro: DJ

LAUGH*

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

We seen it all, been thru it all
quiet

[Verse 1:
I put my in between the papers line
Just a hustler out trying to make a dime
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 you're screwed
I put the paws on you and lil' you dudes
My in the audience still clap when cued
Put the Hawk in your chest and you dudes
I'm still snapping dude, still run my and still lapping' dudes
In the studio in a still trappin'
On a beat 99 that's still slappin' dude
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 little ho
On some shit, you just need a real bitch
when in public, not some groupie'd out in the club bitch
Type you don't hear 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 but it's eat the booty like it's Publix??
Run into type chicks NOTHING is up
lost her sponsor that was cuffin' her up
I'm like hot ho here we go again
Your cut you off broke scenario again
No Felipe you eating cereal again
No lipo you big as Terio again
Oh yea, quiet for you too
small talk cause they ain't as big as you
Wanna' throw dirt cause the is diggin' you
Don't let the on the last album trigga' you
(YUUP! *trey songz tone*) You Trey, you poo nah nah
Look what you done ooh nah nah
Got the twin milli's, my two nah nahs
Used to call them Nadia, bye bye to you
We lacking got the thing out or we concealing
We're I'm from daddy's bang out in front of children
My was to get the gang out and get them millions
Now mansions but used to hang out up in them buildings
Them boys in the lobby was 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 7, rest in peace Paul Walker I hope you hear this in heaven
I be preaching on these niggas you would it's a reverend
Four game sweep flows in a 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 more rooms a hotello
I used to sit and watch moves, no Melo
Now I get to king moves on rose petals
Shorty stand still shake no jell-o
Then she slow it down like when the lights go
On real shit
I just some real shit
Not of this fuck shit
Sound like Barkley with Chuck shit
Fuck all of that weird 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
Shoutout to Brooklyn what's up? Queens good?!
NYC
Slide what's
Y'all ain't