Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm (remix)

[Intro:
Just through it all man
sweat and tears
Niggas is and shit
What the fuck else can yo
I dont think much son, word to mother yo
We done seen it all, and through it all yo
Let y'all niggas 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 claim to fame
Throw on wetsuit, when it rains it pours and all
Hit em with the four, don't know him from a hole in the wall
Get at me, wanna clap me
Snitches wanna rat me, put it right they back be
Keep my close to me, enemies even closer
Sending kites the Motorolas, yo
Give em the shoulder with a hollow-tip to match
Bad apple outta the batch, with gats
Since a little dude, eating niggas food
can kill me but they coming with me
How about that, send the Queen Bee to
Only a fly bitch like can leave em relaxed
Rock em to sleep, make em think the is dead
Yo I smile up in your face, though I'm instead

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

[Verse 2: Lil'
Hot damn ho, we go again
Light as a rock bitch, hard as a bitch
This shit knock for through hardtops
In the parking lots, where my nigga Roc to spark-a-lot
My Brooklyn style speak for
Like a wrestler, another under my belt
The embezzler, chrome
The competitor, I'm ten steps ahead of ya
I'm a leader, on some following shit
Coming in this game on modeling shit
Bitches suck cock 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 and we D-double-E-P
What, y'all wish I lived the life I
A-yo Prodigy, tell em what this is

[Verse 3:
I could never get enough of it, yo my shit
I need that shit, to my adrenaline
Yo rock that shit, that real shit
bitches wanna thug it, makes the projects love it
We through like, fuck it
Y'all want problems, it, let's do it
Mobb bosses, check out the portrait
At the round table, my Dunn speaking his Twin ghost
gangster how we rock, while you watch
Attracted to our style, is how we get down
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