Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm (remix)

[Intro:
Just been it all man
Blood sweat and
Niggas is and shit
the fuck else can happen yo
I dont 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

[Verse 1:
Blowing with rusty-ass German things
Keeping it thorough is our motherfucking claim to
on your wetsuit, when it rains it pours and all
Hit em with the four, don't even know him a hole in the wall
Get at me, niggas clap me
Snitches rat me, put it right where they back be
Keep my Dunns to me, enemies even closer
kites with the Motorolas, yo
Give em the cold shoulder a hollow-tip to match
Bad apple the batch, obsessed with gats
Since a little dude, eating niggas buck-fifty's
Niggas can me but they coming with me
How about that, the Queen Bee to attack
Only a fly bitch like can leave em relaxed
Rock em to sleep, em think the drama is dead
Yo I smile up in your face, I'm plotting instead

[Hook x2: Kim]
Yo it's the shit, shit to make you feel shit
Thump em in the club shit, you wilding out when you bump this
Drugs to eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD cause it's never

[Verse 2: Kim]
Hot damn ho, here we go
Light as a rock bitch, hard as a cock
shit knock for blocks through hardtops
In the parking lots, where my Roc like to spark-a-lot
My Brooklyn style speak for
Like a wrestler, another notch my belt
The embezzler, treasurer
The U-N-O competitor, I'm ten steps of ya
I'm a leader, y'all on some following
Coming in this game on modeling shit
suck cock just to get to the top
I put a percent in every line I drop
the Q to the B, with the M-O, B-B
Queensbridge and we D-double-E-P
What, y'all wish I lived the I live
A-yo Prodigy, em what this is Dunn

[Verse 3:
I never get enough of it, yo that's my shit
I that shit, to boost my adrenaline
Yo rock that shit, that real life
Makes bitches wanna thug it, makes the projects it
We through like, fuck it
want problems, pursue it, let's do it
Infamous Mobb bosses, out the portrait
At the round table, my Dunn with his Twin ghost
It's gangster how we rock, while you
Attracted to our style, this is how we get
big jewelry and big guns
We get busy, it get grizzly, beat niggas
niggas fronting, get to running
Fore the mens get to dumping, the fans get to
M-O-B-B got the whole jumping
my niggas step in the place
Damn, you love it