Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm

[Intro: DJ

*EVIL

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

We done seen it all, been it all
quiet

[Verse 1:
I put my in between the papers line
Just a hustler out here trying to a dime
Feel like crackheads was beggin' me to take the nine
Man bum ass rappers need to make 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 in your chest and Millsap you dudes
I'm still snapping dude, still run my city and still dudes
In the studio in a trappin' mood
On a beat from 99 that's still slappin'
See rap I'm rude, disrespectful with the flow
I met she disrespect and call you bro
Shorty crazy disrespectful on the low
She like to spit on it disrespectful ho
On real shit, you just need a real bitch
Chillin' when in public, not some groupie'd out in the club
Type you don't hear from you get up
It was quiet for you you started turning 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 type NOTHING is up
Shorty lost her sponsor that was her up
I'm like hot ho here we go again
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
Wanna' small talk cause they as big as you
Wanna' throw dirt cause the bitch is you
let the songs on the last album trigga' you
(YUUP! *trey tone*) You ain't Trey, you poo nah nah
Look what you 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 was to get the gang out and get them millions
Now it's mansions but used to hang out up in them
Them boys in the was rowdy yea
You gotta' think and Rowdy yea
Now we out in Abu in Saudi 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
Four game sweep flows in a of seven
Its the F to the A to the B O-L-O-U-S you just get some mo'
I'm Frank Costello yea but ghetto
Yea I'm in a house more rooms than a hotello
I to sit and watch Knicks 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 want real shit
Not none of this shit
Sound like Barkley with that shit
all of that weird shit 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 up? Queens what's good?!
NYC
Slide popping?
ain't ready