Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm (remix)

[Intro:
been through it all man
Blood sweat and
is dead and shit
What the else can happen yo
I think much more son, word to mother yo
We done seen it all, and through it all yo
Let niggas know right now
to mother for real, for real
That is the truth

1: Havoc]
Blowing niggas with German things
Keeping it thorough is our motherfucking to fame
Throw on your wetsuit, it rains it pours and all
Hit em with the four, don't even him from a hole in the wall
Get at me, wanna clap me
Snitches wanna rat me, put it right where back be
Keep my Dunns close to me, even closer
Sending with the Motorolas, yo
Give em the shoulder with a hollow-tip to match
Bad apple the batch, obsessed with gats
Since a little dude, niggas food buck-fifty's
Niggas can kill me but coming with me
How about that, the Queen Bee to attack
Only a fly bitch like can leave em relaxed
Rock em to sleep, make em think the drama is
Yo I smile up in face, though I'm plotting instead

[Hook x2: Lil'
Yo it's the real shit, shit to you feel shit
Thump em in the club shit, have you wilding out you bump this
Drugs to eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD it's never enough

2: Lil' Kim]
Hot damn ho, here we go
Light as a bitch, hard as a cock bitch
This shit for blocks through hardtops
In the parking lots, where my nigga Roc like to
My Brooklyn style for itself
Like a wrestler, 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 shit
Bitches suck just to get to the top
I put a hundred percent in every line I
the Q to the B, with the M-O, B-B
Queensbridge Brooklyn and we
What, y'all wish I lived the life I
A-yo Prodigy, tell em this is Dunn

[Verse 3:
I never get enough of it, yo that's my shit
I need shit, to boost my adrenaline
Yo rock that shit, that real shit
Makes bitches wanna thug it, the projects love it
We come like, fuck it
Y'all want problems, it, let's do it
Mobb bosses, check out the portrait
At the round table, my speaking with his Twin ghost
It's gangster how we rock, while you
to our style, this is how we get down
With big 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 spot jumping
When my step in the place
Damn, you love it