Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm

[Intro: DJ

LAUGH*

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

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

[Verse 1:
I put my lifetime in between the papers
a hustler out here trying to make a dime
Feel when crackheads was beggin' me to take the nine
Man bum ass rappers need to make a sign
say will rap for food, for real scrap 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 dude, still run my city and still lapping' dudes
In the studio in a still mood
On a beat from 99 that's still dude
See rap I'm rude, disrespectful with the flow
I met wifey she disrespect and you bro
Shorty mouth crazy on the low
She like to spit on it little ho
On some real shit, you just need a real
Chillin' in public, not some groupie'd out in the club bitch
Type you hear from until you get up
It was for you till you started turning shit up
And ain't real bitch, you more like a bill bitch
Fridge ain't got no grub bitch but it's eat the like it's Publix??
Run into type chicks 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 eating 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' throw dirt the bitch is diggin' you
Don't let the songs on the last trigga' you
(YUUP! songz tone*) You ain't Trey, you poo nah nah
what you done started ooh nah nah
Got the twin nine milli's, my two nah
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 of their children
My was to get the gang 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' Bobby and Rowdy yea
Now we out in Abu Dhabi in air
Then they let me Ricky Bobby the 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 flows in a series of
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 more
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 didn't shake no
Then she slow it down when the lights go yellow
On some shit
I just some real shit
Not none of this fuck
Sound like Barkley that Chuck shit
Fuck all of that weird I'm tired of that
If it ain't Young OG then quiet for that
the real...

[Outro: DJ
DJ Clue..Dessert Storm...That boy
Shoutout to what's up? Queens what's good?!
NYC
Slide what's
Y'all ready