Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm [Album Version]

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

I put my lifetime in between the paper's
I'm the "Quiet Storm" nigga who rhyme
P yeah you heard of him but, I ain't with them
Nigga I pop more guns than you them
my route while the sun's out and scold your men
Unload ten, in daylight, get right
Fuck your life - hop on my ninety-eight dirt
You try to stop mines from growin, I'll make blood stop flowin
Take action, to any ass if he askin (yeah aight)
Now here come the 10
You'se a dick blower, tryin to speak the Dunn
What the drilly with that though? It ain't
You hooked on Infamous-bonics
to the Pop Dog like you got it
You no wildin 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)
em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this
(hip-hop *echoes*) Drugs to eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD cause it's never
It's the real shit, to make em feel shit (the real)
Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you this
(hip-hop *echoes*) to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD cause never enough

Yo the P rock forty inch cables, drinkin white
My hang down to my dick, my piece bang glass tables
Diamonds and guns before the fame
A nigga like me tecs, are you the same too?
Goin through the emotions, of gun
Long shotguns my pants leg limpin
Killer bee who still livin, 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 sound used to scare me I love my pops for that, I love my nigga D-Black
I'll take the life of anybody to change what's left
And all of that a nigga ain't scared of death
All y'all brand new niggaz scared to death
I spent too many night sniffin coke, gettin
wastin my life, now I'm tryin to make right
Grand some gates, invest, in Iraq business
Do things for the (the little Dunns)
Build a jungle gym the crib, so they can enjoy youth
CBR's and
ATV's and big screen TV's, nigga
make me have to risk my freedom
We worked our whole life for this, you get your beat in
For real. (yo)

Cause it's the real shit, to make em feel 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 go one, two, to the fourth
That nigga got that shit
for y'alls peoples to rock to, stirrin up pots of
in hell's kitchen, I the impossible
To serve hot plates all across the unified
Sit down and sup with top rap
We the streets watchin boy move diligent
You better walk a nigga on the tight rope do
Infamous infantry, first division fourth mission
First assignment -- give em that shit been missin
My new way bitchin
Those that listen, get to my diction
Fuck rhymes I prescriptions, for your diseased
generic rap's not potent like P's
One-thousand one-hundred CC's on the
I peel off chest naked on
Spaghetti head niggaz is full bred
blown 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
been adored, for keepin it raw, nuttin less or more
I score everytime for
while the of y'all niggaz just nil
(To the real.)

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