Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm [Album Version]

In daylight get right.
been through it all man
Blood and tears
Niggaz is dead and {*music fades in*}
the fuck else can happen yo?
I think much more son, word to mother yo
We done seen it all, and been it all yo
Let y'all know right now
to mother, for real, for real
That is the truth
I'm not lyin.

I put my lifetime in the paper's lines
I'm the "Quiet Storm" who fight rhyme
P you heard of him but, I ain't concerned with them
Nigga I pop more guns you holdin them
Make my while the sun's out and scold your men
Unload ten, in broad daylight, get
Fuck your life - hop on my ninety-eight bike
You try to stop mines from growin, I'll your blood stop flowin
Take action, to any ass if he askin (yeah aight)
Now come the mack 10
You'se a blower, tryin to speak the Dunn language
What the drilly with though? It ain't bangin
You hooked on Mobb-phonics
Lyin to the Pop Dog you got it
You no wildin out for the night fist thrower
Rusty shank holder, we live this

Cause the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (the real)
Lump em in the club shit, you wildin out when you bump this
(hip-hop *echoes*) to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD cause it's enough
It's the real shit, shit to make em feel (the real)
Lump em in the club shit, have you out when you bump this
(hip-hop *echoes*) to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD cause it's never

Yo the P rock forty inch cables, white label
My chain down to my dick, my piece bang glass tables
Diamonds and guns the fame Duke
A like me hold tecs, are you the same too?
Goin through the emotions, of gun
Long shotguns my pants leg limpin
Killer bee who livin, even my pops too
He me how to shoot when I was seven (yup)
I to bust shots crazy
I couldn't even look because the loud sound used to scare me I love my pops for that, I love my nigga
I'll the life of anybody tryin to change what's left
And through all of that a ain't scared of death
All y'all brand new niggaz just scared to
I spent too many night coke, gettin right
wastin my life, now I'm tryin to things right
open some gates, invest, in Iraq business
Do for the kids (the little Dunns)
Build a jungle gym behind the crib, so can enjoy youth
CBR's and
ATV's and big screen TV's, please
Don't make me have to my freedom
We worked our whole life for this, you get your beat in
For real. (yo)

Cause the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (hip-hop *echoes*)
Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you this
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw
a nigga OD cause it's never enough

It go one, two, to the fourth
That nigga P-Double got shit
for y'alls peoples to rock to, stirrin up of brew
in kitchen, I chef the impossible
To serve hot plates all the unified states
Sit down and sup top rap reps
We the streets that's watchin boy move
You better walk like a nigga on the tight do
Infamous first infantry, first fourth mission
First assignment -- give em that shit they missin
My new way bitchin
that listen, get addicted to my diction
Fuck rhymes I prescriptions, for your diseased
rap's just not potent like P's
One-thousand one-hundred on the throttle
I peel off chest naked on
head Mobb niggaz is full bred
Fully melanin tone, I rock skeleton bone shirts
and verses, but for worse beats
So I can put, more out on the street
Get respect and love, all across the
We've adored, for keepin it raw, nuttin less or more
I everytime for sure
while the of y'all niggaz just nil
(To the real.)

Cause it's the real shit, shit to em feel shit (hip-hop *echoes*)
Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump
Drugs to eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD cause it's never
It's the real shit, shit to make em shit (the real)
Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump
(hip-hop *echoes*) Drugs to eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD cause it's never
(the real... *echoes*)