Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm

[Intro: DJ

*EVIL

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

We done seen it all, thru it all
It's

[Verse 1:
I put my lifetime in the papers line
Just a hustler out here trying to make a
Feel like crackheads was beggin' me to take the nine
Man these bum ass rappers need to a sign
That say will rap for food, for real scrap you're
I put the paws on you and scrap you dudes
My goons in the still clap when cued
Put the Hawk in chest and Millsap you dudes
I'm still snapping dude, still run my city and lapping' dudes
In the studio in a still trappin'
On a beat from 99 that's still slappin'
See real rap I'm rude, disrespectful the flow
I met wifey she disrespect and you bro
Shorty mouth disrespectful on the low
She like to spit on it disrespectful ho
On some real shit, you just need a real
when in public, not some groupie'd out in the club bitch
Type you don't hear from you get up
It was quiet for you till you turning shit up
And that ain't real bitch, you more like a bitch
Fridge ain't got no grub bitch but eat the booty like it's Publix??
Run these type chicks NOTHING is up
lost her sponsor that was cuffin' her up
I'm like hot ho here we go again
Your nigga cut you off broke scenario
No Felipe you eating cereal again
No more lipo you big as Terio
Oh yea, for you niggas too
Wanna' small talk cause ain't as big as you
Wanna' dirt cause the bitch is diggin' you
Don't let the songs on the last 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
to call them Nadia, still bye bye to you
We ain't lacking got the 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 but used to hang out up in them buildings
Them in the lobby was rowdy yea
You gotta' think and Rowdy yea
Now we out in Abu Dhabi in air
they let me Ricky Bobby the Audi yea
(uh) on some Furious 7, rest in peace Paul Walker I hope you hear in heaven
I be preaching on these niggas you would swear it's a
Four game sweep flows in a series of
Its the F to the A to the B O-L-O-U-S you just get mo' rellos'
I'm Frank Costello yea but ghetto
Yea I'm in a house with more rooms than a
I used to sit and Knicks moves, no Melo
Now I get to make king on rose petals
Shorty still didn't shake no jell-o
Then she it down like when the lights go yellow
On real shit
I want some real shit
Not none of fuck shit
Sound Barkley with that Chuck shit
Fuck all of that weird I'm tired of that
If it Young OG then it's quiet for that
the real...

[Outro: DJ
DJ Clue..Dessert Storm...That boy
Shoutout to what's up? Queens what's good?!
NYC
Slide popping?
Y'all ain't