Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm [Album Version]

In daylight get right.
Just through it all man
sweat and tears
Niggaz is dead and shit {*music fades
What the fuck can happen yo?
I don't think much more son, to mother yo
We done it all, and been through 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 between the lines
I'm the "Quiet Storm" nigga who rhyme
P yeah you heard of him but, I ain't concerned them
Nigga I pop guns than you holdin them
Make my route while the sun's out and 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 your stop flowin
Take action, to any ass if he askin (yeah aight)
Now here the mack 10
You'se a dick blower, tryin to speak the Dunn
What the drilly with that It ain't bangin
You on Mobb-phonics Infamous-bonics
Lyin to the Pop Dog you got it
You ain't no wildin out for the night thrower
Rusty shank holder, we this shit

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

Yo the P rock forty inch cables, drinkin white
My chain hang down to my dick, my piece bang glass
Diamonds and guns before the fame
A nigga like me hold tecs, are you the too?
Goin through the emotions, of gun
Long shotguns my pants leg limpin
Killer bee who still livin, my pops too
He taught me how to 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 the life of anybody tryin to change what's left
And through all of that a nigga ain't scared of
All y'all brand new just scared to death
I spent too many night sniffin coke, right
wastin my life, now I'm to make things right
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
and VCR's
ATV's and big screen TV's, please
Don't me have to risk my freedom
We worked our whole for this, you get your shit beat in
For real. (yo)

Cause it's the real shit, shit to make em feel (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 never enough

It go one, two, to the fourth
That nigga P-Double got that
for y'alls peoples to rock to, stirrin up of brew
in hell's kitchen, I the impossible
To serve hot all across the unified states
Sit and sup with top rap reps
We the streets that's watchin boy diligent
You better walk like a nigga on the rope do
Infamous first infantry, first fourth mission
First assignment -- give em that shit they been
My new edition's way
Those that listen, get addicted to my
Fuck rhymes I write prescriptions, for diseased
generic rap's just not like P's
One-thousand one-hundred CC's on the
I peel off naked on Katanas
Spaghetti head niggaz is full bred
Fully blown melanin tone, I rock skeleton 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 less or
I score for sure
the rest of y'all niggaz just nil
(To the real.)

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