Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm [Album Version]

In daylight get right.
Just been it all man
Blood sweat and
Niggaz is dead and shit {*music in*}
What the fuck else can yo?
I think much more son, word to mother yo
We done it all, and been through it all yo
Let niggaz 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 fight
P yeah you heard of him but, I ain't concerned them
Nigga I pop more than you holdin them
Make my route the sun's out and scold 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 blood flowin
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 with that though? It bangin
You hooked on Mobb-phonics
Lyin to the Pop Dog you got it
You ain't no wildin out for the fist thrower
Rusty holder, we live this shit

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

Yo the P rock forty cables, drinkin white label
My chain down to my dick, my piece bang glass tables
Diamonds and guns the fame Duke
A nigga me hold tecs, are you the same too?
through the emotions, of gun holdin
Long down my pants leg limpin
Killer bee who still livin, my pops too
He taught me how to shoot I was seven (yup)
I to bust shots crazy
I couldn't even look because the loud sound used to me I love my pops for that, I love my nigga D-Black
I'll take the life of tryin to change what's left
And through all of that a nigga scared of death
All y'all new niggaz just scared to death
I spent too many night sniffin coke, gettin
wastin my life, now I'm to make things right
Grand open some gates, invest, in business
Do for the kids (the little Dunns)
Build a gym behind the crib, so they can enjoy youth
CBR's and
and big screen TV's, nigga please
Don't make me have to risk my
We worked our whole life for this, you get your shit in
For real. (yo)

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

It go one, two, three to the
That nigga P-Double got shit
for y'alls peoples to rock to, stirrin up pots of
in hell's kitchen, I the impossible
To serve hot plates all across the unified
Sit down and sup top rap reps
We the streets that's boy move diligent
You better like a nigga on the tight rope do
Infamous infantry, first division 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 like P's
One-thousand one-hundred on the throttle
I off chest naked on Katanas
Spaghetti head Mobb is full bred
Fully blown melanin tone, I rock skeleton bone
and verses, but thirst for beats
So I can put, product out on the street
Get and love, all across the board
We've adored, for keepin it raw, nuttin less or more
I score everytime for
while the rest of y'all niggaz nil
(To the real.)

Cause it's the real shit, shit to make em shit (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, to make em feel 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
Have a nigga OD it's never enough
(the real... *echoes*)