Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm [Album Version]

In daylight get right.
Just through it all man
Blood and tears
Niggaz is and shit {*music fades in*}
What the fuck else can 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 right 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 rhyme
P yeah you of him but, I ain't concerned with them
Nigga I pop more guns than you them
Make my route the sun's out and scold your men
Unload ten, in broad daylight, get
Fuck life - 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 dick blower, tryin to speak the Dunn
What the 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 wildin out for the night thrower
Rusty shank holder, we live this

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

Yo the P rock inch cables, drinkin white label
My chain hang down to my dick, my piece bang glass
Diamonds and guns before the Duke
A like 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 when I was (yup)
I used to bust shots
I couldn't even look because the loud sound used to scare me I love my for that, I love my nigga D-Black
I'll take the life of tryin to change what's left
And through all of a nigga ain't scared of death
All y'all brand new niggaz just scared to
I too many night sniffin coke, gettin right
my life, now I'm tryin to make things right
Grand open some gates, invest, in Iraq
Do things for the kids (the Dunns)
a jungle gym behind the crib, so they can enjoy youth
CBR's and
ATV's and big screen TV's, nigga
Don't me have to risk my freedom
We our whole life for this, you get your shit beat in
For real. (yo)

Cause it's the real shit, shit to make em 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 cause it's enough

It go one, two, three to the
That 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 across the states
Sit down and sup with top rap
We the streets that's boy move diligent
You better walk like a nigga on the rope do
Infamous first infantry, first fourth mission
First -- give em that shit they been missin
My new way bitchin
Those that listen, get addicted to my
Fuck rhymes I write prescriptions, for diseased
generic rap's not potent like P's
One-thousand CC's on the throttle
I off chest naked on Katanas
Spaghetti Mobb niggaz is full bred
blown melanin tone, I rock skeleton bone shirts
and verses, but for worse beats
So I can put, product out on the street
Get respect and love, all across the
We've been adored, for keepin it raw, less or more
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 shit (hip-hop *echoes*)
Lump em in the shit, have you wildin out when you bump this
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw
Have a nigga OD it's never enough
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 eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD cause it's enough
(the real... *echoes*)