Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm [Album Version]

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

I put my lifetime in between the paper's
I'm the "Quiet Storm" nigga who fight
P yeah you heard of him but, I ain't concerned them
Nigga I pop more guns than you them
Make my route the sun's out and scold your 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 flowin
Take action, to any ass if he askin (yeah aight)
Now here the mack 10
You'se a blower, tryin to speak the Dunn language
What the drilly with that though? It bangin
You hooked on Infamous-bonics
to the Pop Dog like you got it
You ain't no wildin out for the fist thrower
Rusty shank holder, we live shit

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

Yo the P forty inch cables, drinkin white label
My chain hang to my dick, my piece 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 down my leg limpin
Killer bee who livin, even my pops too
He me how to shoot when I was seven (yup)
I used to bust shots
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 take the of anybody tryin to change what's left
And through all of that a nigga ain't scared of
All y'all brand new niggaz just to death
I spent too many night coke, gettin right
wastin my life, now I'm tryin to make right
open some gates, invest, in Iraq business
Do things for the (the little Dunns)
Build a jungle gym behind the crib, so can enjoy youth
and VCR's
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 shit in
For real. (yo)

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
to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD it's never enough

It go one, two, three to the
That nigga P-Double got that
for y'alls peoples to to, stirrin up pots of brew
in hell's kitchen, I the impossible
To hot plates all across the unified states
Sit and sup with top rap reps
We the that's watchin boy move diligent
You better like a nigga on the tight rope do
Infamous first infantry, first fourth mission
First assignment -- give em that shit been missin
My new way bitchin
Those listen, get addicted to my diction
Fuck rhymes I 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
head Mobb niggaz is full bred
Fully blown melanin tone, I rock skeleton bone
and verses, but for worse beats
So I can put, more product out on the
Get respect and love, all the board
We've been adored, for keepin it raw, less or more
I everytime 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 wildin out when you this
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw
Have a nigga OD cause it's never
the real shit, 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 your eardrum, the raw
Have a nigga OD cause it's enough
(the real... *echoes*)