Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm [Album Version]

In daylight get right.
Just been it all man
Blood sweat and
is dead and shit {*music fades in*}
What the fuck else can yo?
I don't think much son, word to mother yo
We done seen it all, and been 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 fight
P yeah you heard of him but, I ain't concerned them
Nigga I pop more guns than you them
Make my route while the sun's out and scold men
ten, in broad daylight, get right
Fuck your life - hop on my ninety-eight dirt
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 come the 10
You'se a dick blower, to speak the Dunn language
What the drilly with that It ain't bangin
You hooked on Infamous-bonics
Lyin to the Pop Dog you got it
You ain't no wildin out for the night fist
Rusty shank holder, we live shit

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

Yo the P rock forty inch cables, white label
My hang 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?
Goin through the emotions, of gun
Long shotguns down my leg limpin
bee who still livin, even my pops too
He taught me how to when I was seven (yup)
I used to bust crazy
I couldn't even look because the loud used to scare me I love my pops for that, I love my nigga D-Black
I'll take the life of anybody tryin to change what's
And all of that a nigga ain't scared of death
All y'all brand new niggaz just to death
I spent too many night sniffin coke, right
wastin my life, now I'm tryin to make right
Grand open gates, invest, in Iraq business
Do things for the (the little Dunns)
Build a jungle gym behind the crib, so they can enjoy
and VCR's
ATV's and big screen TV's, nigga
Don't me have to risk 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 em feel shit (hip-hop *echoes*)
em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw
Have a OD cause it's never enough

It go one, two, to the fourth
That nigga got that shit
for y'alls to rock to, stirrin up pots of brew
in hell's kitchen, I chef the
To serve hot plates all the unified states
Sit and sup with top rap reps
We the streets that's watchin boy diligent
You better walk like a nigga on the rope do
Infamous first infantry, division fourth mission
First assignment -- give em that shit they been
My new way bitchin
Those that listen, get addicted to my
Fuck I write prescriptions, for your diseased
generic rap's not potent like P's
one-hundred CC's on the throttle
I peel off chest naked on
Spaghetti head Mobb niggaz is bred
Fully blown melanin tone, I rock bone shirts
and verses, but thirst for beats
So I can put, more product out on the
Get respect and love, all across the
We've 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, 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
a nigga OD cause it's never enough
It's the real 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 OD cause it's never enough
(the real... *echoes*)