Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm (remix)

[Intro:
Just been it all man
Blood sweat and
is dead and shit
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 y'all know right now
Word to for real, for real
shit is the truth

[Verse 1:
Blowing niggas with rusty-ass things
Keeping it thorough is our motherfucking claim to
Throw on your wetsuit, it rains it pours and all
Hit em the four, don't even know him from a hole in the wall
Get at me, wanna clap me
Snitches wanna rat me, put it right where they be
Keep my close to me, enemies even closer
Sending with the Motorolas, yo
Give em the cold shoulder with a hollow-tip to
Bad apple outta the batch, with gats
Since a little dude, eating niggas food
Niggas can kill me but they with me
How about that, send the Queen Bee to
Only a fly bitch like that can leave em
em to sleep, make em think the drama is dead
Yo I up in your face, though I'm plotting instead

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

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

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