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 {*music in*}
What the else can happen yo?
I don't think much more son, word to yo
We done it all, and been through it all yo
Let niggaz 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" nigga who fight
P yeah you heard of him but, I ain't with them
Nigga I pop more than you holdin them
my route 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 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 the Dunn language
the drilly with that though? It ain't bangin
You on Mobb-phonics Infamous-bonics
to the Pop Dog like you got it
You ain't no out for the night fist thrower
Rusty shank holder, we live shit

Cause it's the real shit, to make em feel 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 enough
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 eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD cause it's never

Yo the P rock forty inch cables, drinkin white
My chain down to my dick, my piece bang glass tables
and guns before the fame Duke
A nigga like me hold tecs, are you the same
Goin the emotions, of gun holdin
Long shotguns down my leg limpin
Killer bee who still livin, my pops too
He me how to shoot when I was seven (yup)
I used to bust 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 tryin to 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 to make things right
Grand open some gates, invest, in business
Do things for the kids (the Dunns)
Build a jungle gym behind the crib, so they can enjoy
CBR's and
ATV's and big TV's, nigga please
Don't make me have to my freedom
We our whole life for this, you get your shit beat in
For real. (yo)

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

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 across the unified
Sit and sup with top rap reps
We the streets that's watchin boy move
You better walk like a on the tight rope do
Infamous infantry, first division fourth mission
First assignment -- give em that shit they been
My new edition's way
Those listen, get addicted to my diction
Fuck I write prescriptions, for your diseased
generic rap's just not potent P's
One-thousand one-hundred CC's on the
I peel off chest on Katanas
Spaghetti Mobb niggaz is full bred
Fully melanin tone, I rock skeleton bone shirts
and verses, but thirst for beats
So I can put, product out on the street
Get respect and love, all the board
We've been adored, for it raw, nuttin less or more
I score for sure
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 club shit, have you out when you bump this
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw
Have a nigga OD cause never enough
It's the shit, shit to make em feel shit (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 enough
(the real... *echoes*)