Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm [Album Version]

In broad get right.
Just through it all man
sweat and tears
Niggaz is dead and shit fades in*}
What the fuck else can yo?
I don't think much more son, word to yo
We seen it all, and been through it all yo
Let y'all know right now
to mother, for real, for real
That shit is the
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 ain't with them
Nigga I pop more guns than you them
my route while the sun's out and scold your men
Unload ten, in daylight, get right
Fuck your life - hop on my ninety-eight dirt
You try to stop from growin, I'll make your blood stop flowin
affirmative action, to any ass if he askin (yeah aight)
Now here the mack 10
You'se a blower, tryin to speak the Dunn language
the drilly with that though? It ain't bangin
You hooked on Mobb-phonics
to the Pop Dog like you got it
You ain't no out for the night fist thrower
Rusty shank holder, we live shit

Cause it's the real shit, to make 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)
em in the club 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

Yo the P rock forty inch cables, drinkin white
My chain down to my dick, my piece bang glass tables
Diamonds and guns before the Duke
A nigga me hold tecs, are you the same too?
Goin through the emotions, of gun
Long down my pants leg limpin
Killer bee who livin, even my pops too
He me how to shoot when I was seven (yup)
I used to shots crazy
I couldn't even look 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 that a nigga scared of death
All y'all brand new just scared to death
I spent too many night sniffin coke, gettin
wastin my life, now I'm to make things right
open some 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 your beat in
For real. (yo)

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

It go one, two, to the fourth
That nigga P-Double got shit
for y'alls peoples to rock to, stirrin up pots of
in hell's kitchen, I chef the
To hot plates all across the unified states
Sit and sup with top rap reps
We the streets that's watchin boy move
You better walk like a nigga on the tight do
Infamous first infantry, first division mission
First assignment -- give em that shit they been
My new edition's way
Those that listen, get addicted to my
Fuck rhymes I write prescriptions, for your
generic rap's just not like P's
One-thousand CC's on the throttle
I peel off chest naked on
Spaghetti head Mobb niggaz is 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 and love, all across the board
We've been adored, for 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 shit, shit to make 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'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
Have a OD cause it's never enough
(the real... *echoes*)