Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm [Album Version]

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

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

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

Yo the P rock forty inch cables, white label
My chain hang to my dick, my piece bang glass tables
Diamonds and before the fame Duke
A nigga like me hold tecs, are you the too?
Goin the emotions, of gun holdin
shotguns down my pants leg limpin
Killer bee who still livin, even my too
He taught me how to 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 through all of that a nigga ain't scared of
All y'all brand new niggaz scared to death
I too many night sniffin coke, gettin right
wastin my life, now I'm to make things right
open some gates, invest, in Iraq business
Do things for the kids (the Dunns)
Build a jungle gym the crib, so they can enjoy youth
CBR's and
ATV's and big screen TV's, please
Don't 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, shit to em feel shit (hip-hop *echoes*)
Lump em in the club shit, have you out when you bump this
to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD cause it's enough

It go one, two, three to the
That nigga got that shit
for y'alls peoples to rock to, stirrin up of brew
in hell's kitchen, I chef the
To serve hot plates all across the unified
Sit down and sup with top rap
We the that's watchin boy move diligent
You walk like a nigga on the tight rope do
Infamous first infantry, first fourth mission
First assignment -- give em that shit they been
My new way bitchin
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 on the throttle
I peel off chest naked on
Spaghetti Mobb niggaz is full bred
Fully melanin tone, I rock skeleton bone shirts
and verses, but thirst for worse
So I can put, more out on the street
Get respect and love, all across the
been adored, for keepin it raw, nuttin less or more
I everytime for sure
while the 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, have you wildin out when you this
to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD cause never enough
the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (the real)
Lump em in the club shit, you wildin out when you bump this
(hip-hop *echoes*) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw
Have a nigga OD cause never enough
(the real... *echoes*)