Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm [Album Version]

In daylight get right.
Just been it all man
sweat and tears
Niggaz is dead and shit {*music in*}
What the fuck else can yo?
I don't think more son, word to mother yo
We done seen it all, and 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 of him but, I ain't concerned with them
Nigga I pop more guns you holdin them
Make my route the sun's out and scold your men
Unload ten, in daylight, get right
Fuck your - hop on my ninety-eight dirt bike
You try to stop mines from growin, I'll your blood stop flowin
Take affirmative action, to any ass if he (yeah aight)
Now here come the 10
You'se a blower, tryin to speak the Dunn language
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 out for the night fist thrower
Rusty shank holder, we this shit

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

Yo the P forty inch cables, drinkin white label
My chain hang down to my dick, my piece 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
bee who still livin, even my pops too
He taught me how to shoot I was seven (yup)
I to bust shots crazy
I couldn't even because the loud sound used to scare me I love my pops for that, I love my nigga D-Black
take the life of anybody tryin to change what's left
And through all of a nigga ain't scared of death
All y'all brand new just scared to death
I spent too night sniffin coke, gettin right
wastin my life, now I'm tryin to make things
Grand open gates, invest, in Iraq business
Do for the kids (the little Dunns)
Build a jungle gym behind the crib, so they can youth
CBR's and
ATV's and big screen TV's, please
Don't make me have to my freedom
We worked our whole life for this, you get shit beat in
For real. (yo)

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

It go one, two, to the fourth
nigga P-Double 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 the unified states
Sit down and sup with top rap
We the streets watchin boy move diligent
You better walk like a nigga on the tight do
Infamous first infantry, first division fourth
First assignment -- give em that shit been missin
My new edition's way
that listen, get addicted to my diction
Fuck I write prescriptions, for your diseased
rap's just not potent like P's
One-thousand one-hundred CC's on the
I peel off naked on Katanas
Spaghetti head Mobb niggaz is full
Fully blown tone, I rock skeleton bone shirts
and verses, but thirst for worse
So I can put, more product out on the
Get respect and love, all across the
been adored, for keepin it raw, nuttin less or more
I score everytime for
while the of y'all niggaz just nil
(To the real.)

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