Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm [Album Version]

In broad get right.
Just been it all man
sweat and tears
Niggaz is dead and shit fades in*}
the fuck else can happen yo?
I don't 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 shit is the
I'm not lyin.

I put my lifetime in between the lines
I'm the "Quiet Storm" nigga who rhyme
P yeah you heard of him but, I concerned with them
Nigga I pop more than you holdin them
Make my route while the sun's out and scold men
ten, in broad daylight, get right
Fuck your - hop on my ninety-eight dirt bike
You try to stop mines from growin, I'll make your blood stop
affirmative action, to any ass if he askin (yeah aight)
Now here the mack 10
You'se a dick blower, tryin to the Dunn language
What the drilly that though? It ain't bangin
You hooked on Infamous-bonics
to the Pop Dog like you got it
You ain't no out for the night fist thrower
Rusty holder, we live this shit

Cause 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
a nigga OD cause it's never enough
It's the real shit, shit to make em 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
a nigga OD cause it's never enough

Yo the P rock forty inch cables, drinkin white
My chain hang to my dick, my piece bang glass tables
and guns before the fame Duke
A nigga like me hold tecs, are you the too?
Goin through the emotions, of gun
Long shotguns down my pants leg
Killer bee who livin, even my pops too
He taught me how to shoot I was seven (yup)
I used to bust crazy
I couldn't even look because the loud used to scare me I love my pops for that, I love my nigga D-Black
take 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 to death
I spent too many night sniffin coke, gettin
wastin my life, now I'm to make things right
Grand open some gates, invest, in Iraq
Do things for the (the little Dunns)
Build a jungle gym behind the crib, so can enjoy youth
CBR's and
and big screen TV's, nigga please
Don't me have to risk my freedom
We worked our whole life for this, you get your shit in
For real. (yo)

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

It go one, two, to the fourth
That nigga got that shit
for peoples to rock to, stirrin up pots of brew
in hell's kitchen, I the impossible
To serve hot plates all across the states
Sit down and sup with top rap
We the streets watchin boy move diligent
You better walk a nigga on the tight rope do
first infantry, first division fourth mission
First assignment -- em that shit they been missin
My new edition's way
Those listen, get addicted to my diction
rhymes I write prescriptions, for your diseased
generic rap's just not like P's
one-hundred CC's on the throttle
I peel off naked on Katanas
Spaghetti head Mobb niggaz is 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 the board
We've been adored, for keepin it raw, nuttin or more
I everytime for sure
while the rest of y'all just nil
(To the real.)

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