Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm

[Intro: DJ

LAUGH*

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

We done it all, been thru it all
quiet

[Verse 1:
I put my lifetime in the papers line
a hustler out here trying to make a dime
Feel like when was beggin' me to take the nine
Man these bum ass rappers need to make a
That say rap for food, for real scrap you're screwed
I put the on you and lil' scrap you dudes
My goons in the still clap when cued
Put the Hawk in your chest and you dudes
I'm still snapping dude, still run my city and lapping' dudes
In the studio in a still mood
On a beat from 99 still slappin' dude
See real rap I'm rude, disrespectful the flow
I met wifey she disrespect and you bro
Shorty mouth crazy on the low
She like to spit on it disrespectful ho
On some real shit, you just need a real
Chillin' 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 a bill 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 her sponsor that was cuffin' her up
I'm hot damn ho here we go again
Your nigga cut you off scenario again
No more you eating cereal again
No more lipo you big as Terio
Oh yea, for you niggas too
Wanna' small cause they ain't as big as you
Wanna' dirt cause the bitch is diggin' you
Don't let the songs on the album trigga' you
(YUUP! *trey songz tone*) You Trey, you poo nah nah
what you done started ooh nah nah
Got the twin nine milli's, my two nah
Used to them Nadia, still bye bye to you
We lacking got the thing out or we concealing
I'm from 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 to hang out up in them buildings
Them boys in the lobby was yea
You gotta' think and Rowdy yea
Now we out in Abu Dhabi in air
Then they let me Ricky the Audi yea
(uh) on some Furious 7, rest in peace Paul I hope you hear this in heaven
I be preaching on these you would swear it's a reverend
Four game sweep in a series of seven
Its the F to the A to the B you just get some mo' rellos'
I'm Frank yea but more ghetto
Yea I'm in a house more rooms than a hotello
I used to sit and watch Knicks moves, no
Now I get to make moves on rose petals
Shorty stand didn't shake no jell-o
Then she slow it like when the lights go yellow
On some real
I want some real shit
Not none of this shit
Sound like with that Chuck shit
Fuck all of weird shit I'm tired of that
If it ain't Young OG then it's quiet for
the real...

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