Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm (remix)

[Intro:
Just through it all man
sweat and tears
Niggas is dead and
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
Word to for real, for real
shit is the truth

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

x2: Lil' Kim]
Yo it's the real shit, shit to make you shit
Thump em in the club shit, have you wilding out you bump this
Drugs to eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD cause it's never

2: Lil' Kim]
Hot damn ho, we go again
as a rock bitch, hard as a cock bitch
This shit knock for through hardtops
In the lots, where my nigga Roc like to spark-a-lot
My style speak for itself
Like a wrestler, another notch my belt
The embezzler, chrome
The U-N-O competitor, I'm ten ahead of ya
I'm a leader, y'all on some shit
Coming in this on some modeling shit
Bitches suck cock to get to the top
I put a hundred percent in every 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 the life I live
A-yo Prodigy, tell em what this is

[Verse 3:
I could never get enough of it, yo that's my
I need shit, to boost my adrenaline
Yo rock that shit, real life shit
Makes bitches wanna it, makes 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 Dunn with his Twin ghost
It's gangster how we rock, you watch
Attracted to our style, is how we get down
With big jewelry and big
We get busy, it get grizzly, beat niggas
Twist fronting, get to running
the mens 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