Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm (remix)

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

[Verse 1:
Blowing niggas with rusty-ass German
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 even know him a hole in the wall
Get at me, wanna clap me
wanna rat me, put it right where they back be
Keep my Dunns close to me, even closer
Sending kites the Motorolas, yo
Give em the shoulder with a hollow-tip to match
Bad apple outta the batch, obsessed with
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 that can leave em relaxed
Rock em to sleep, make em the drama is dead
Yo I smile up in your face, though I'm plotting

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

2: Lil' Kim]
Hot ho, here we go again
Light as a rock bitch, hard as a bitch
This knock for blocks through hardtops
In the parking lots, where my Roc like to spark-a-lot
My style speak for itself
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, 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 line I drop
It's the Q to the B, the M-O, B-B
Brooklyn and we D-double-E-P
What, wish I lived the life I live
A-yo Prodigy, em what this is Dunn

[Verse 3:
I could never get enough of it, yo my shit
I need shit, to boost my adrenaline
Yo rock shit, that real life shit
bitches wanna thug it, makes the projects love it
We come through like, it
Y'all want problems, it, let's do it
Mobb bosses, check 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, niggas bloody
Twist fronting, get to running
Fore the get to dumping, the fans get to thumping
M-O-B-B got the whole jumping
When my niggas in the place
Damn, you gotta it