Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm [Album Version]

In broad get right.
been through it all man
Blood sweat and
Niggaz is dead and {*music fades in*}
the fuck else can happen yo?
I don't much more son, word to mother yo
We done seen it all, and through it all yo
Let y'all niggaz right now
Word to mother, for real, for
shit is the truth
I'm not lyin.

I put my lifetime in the paper's lines
I'm the "Quiet Storm" who fight rhyme
P yeah you heard of him but, I ain't concerned with
Nigga I pop more than you holdin them
my route while 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 stop
affirmative 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 with that though? It ain't bangin
You hooked on Mobb-phonics
to the Pop Dog like you got it
You no wildin out for the night fist thrower
Rusty holder, we live this shit

Cause it's the real shit, shit to make em feel (the real)
Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out you bump this
(hip-hop *echoes*) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw
Have a nigga OD cause it's enough
It's the real shit, to make em feel shit (the real)
em in the club shit, have 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 rock forty inch cables, white label
My chain hang down to my dick, my bang glass tables
and guns before the fame Duke
A nigga like me tecs, are you the same too?
Goin the emotions, of gun holdin
shotguns down my pants leg limpin
Killer bee who still livin, even my too
He taught me how to shoot when I was (yup)
I to bust shots crazy
I couldn't even look because the loud sound used to scare me I love my pops for that, I my nigga D-Black
I'll take the life of anybody to change what's left
And all of that a nigga ain't scared of death
All y'all brand new niggaz just to death
I too many night sniffin coke, gettin right
wastin my life, now I'm tryin to 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 real shit, shit to em feel 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 never enough

It go one, two, three to the
That nigga P-Double got shit
for y'alls to rock to, stirrin up pots of brew
in hell's kitchen, I chef the
To serve hot plates all across the unified
Sit and sup with top rap reps
We the streets that's boy move diligent
You better walk like a nigga on the tight do
Infamous first infantry, first division mission
assignment -- give em that shit they been missin
My new edition's way
Those that listen, get to my diction
Fuck I write prescriptions, for your diseased
generic rap's just not potent P's
One-thousand CC's on the throttle
I peel off naked on Katanas
Spaghetti head Mobb niggaz is full
Fully blown melanin tone, I rock bone shirts
and verses, but thirst for worse
So I can put, more out on the street
Get respect and love, all the board
We've been adored, for keepin it raw, nuttin less or
I score for sure
while the rest of 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, 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, shit to make em feel (the real)
Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump
(hip-hop *echoes*) to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD it's never enough
(the real... *echoes*)