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 night
CLUMINATIIII!!

We done it all, been 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 was beggin' me to take the nine
Man these bum ass rappers need to a sign
That say will rap for food, for scrap you're screwed
I put the on you and lil' scrap you dudes
My goons in the audience clap when cued
Put the Hawk in your and Millsap you dudes
I'm still snapping dude, still run my city and still lapping'
In the studio in a still trappin'
On a beat from 99 that's still dude
See real rap I'm rude, disrespectful the flow
I met she disrespect and call you bro
Shorty crazy disrespectful on the low
She to spit on it disrespectful little ho
On some real shit, you just need a bitch
when in public, not some groupie'd out in the club bitch
Type you hear from until you get up
It was quiet for you till you turning shit up
And that real bitch, you more like a bill bitch
Fridge ain't got no bitch but it's eat the booty like it's Publix??
Run these type chicks NOTHING is up
Shorty lost her sponsor was cuffin' her up
I'm like hot damn ho we go again
Your nigga cut you off broke again
No Felipe you eating cereal again
No more lipo you big as again
Oh yea, for you niggas too
Wanna' small talk cause they as big as you
Wanna' throw dirt cause the is diggin' you
let the songs on the last album trigga' you
(YUUP! songz tone*) You ain't Trey, you poo nah nah
Look what you done ooh nah nah
Got the nine milli's, my two nah nahs
to call them Nadia, still bye bye to you
We ain't lacking got the out or we concealing
We're I'm daddy's bang out in front of their children
My plan was to get the out and get them millions
Now it's mansions but used to out up in them buildings
Them boys in the lobby was yea
You gotta' think Bobby and yea
Now we out in Abu Dhabi in air
Then they let me Ricky Bobby the yea
(uh) on some 7, rest in peace Paul Walker I hope you hear this in heaven
I be on these niggas you would swear it's a reverend
game sweep 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 more
Yea I'm in a house with rooms than a hotello
I to sit and watch Knicks moves, no Melo
Now I get to king moves on rose petals
stand still didn't shake no jell-o
Then she slow it down like when the lights go
On real shit
I just some real shit
Not none of this shit
Sound like with that 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
to Brooklyn what's up? Queens what's good?!
NYC
Slide what's
Y'all ready