Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm [Album Version]

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

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

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

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

Cause it's the 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 eardrum, the raw uncut
a nigga OD cause it's never enough

It go one, two, three to the
nigga P-Double got that shit
for y'alls peoples to to, stirrin up pots of brew
in kitchen, I chef the impossible
To serve hot plates all the unified states
Sit down and sup with top rap
We the streets that's boy move diligent
You better walk like a nigga on the tight do
Infamous infantry, first division fourth mission
First assignment -- give em that shit they been
My new edition's way
Those that listen, get to my diction
rhymes I write prescriptions, for your diseased
generic rap's just not potent P's
One-thousand one-hundred on the throttle
I peel off naked on Katanas
Spaghetti head Mobb niggaz is full
Fully blown melanin tone, I rock bone shirts
and verses, but thirst for beats
So I can put, product out on the street
Get and love, all across the board
We've been adored, for keepin it raw, less or more
I score for sure
while the rest of y'all just nil
(To the real.)

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