Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm (remix)

[Intro:
been through it all man
Blood sweat and
Niggas is and shit
the fuck else can happen yo
I dont think much more son, word to yo
We done seen it all, and been it all yo
Let y'all know right now
Word to mother for real, for
shit is the truth

[Verse 1:
niggas with rusty-ass German things
Keeping it thorough is our claim to fame
Throw on your wetsuit, when it 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 wanna rat me, put it right where they be
Keep my close to me, enemies even closer
Sending kites the Motorolas, yo
Give em the cold shoulder a hollow-tip to match
Bad outta the batch, obsessed with gats
Since a little dude, niggas food buck-fifty's
can kill me but they coming with me
How about that, send the Bee to attack
Only a fly bitch like that can leave em
Rock em to sleep, em think the drama is dead
Yo I smile up in your face, though I'm instead

[Hook x2: Lil'
Yo the real 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
a nigga OD cause it's never enough

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

[Verse 3:
I could never get of it, yo that's my shit
I need that shit, to boost my
Yo rock shit, that real life shit
Makes bitches wanna it, makes the projects love it
We through like, fuck it
want problems, pursue it, let's do it
Infamous bosses, check out the portrait
At the round table, my Dunn speaking with his Twin
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
Twist fronting, get to running
Fore the mens get to dumping, the fans get to
M-O-B-B got the spot jumping
When my niggas step in the
Damn, you gotta it