Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm (remix)

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

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

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

[Verse 2: Kim]
Hot ho, here we go again
Light as a rock bitch, hard as a bitch
This knock for blocks through hardtops
In the lots, where my nigga Roc like to spark-a-lot
My style speak for itself
Like a wrestler, another notch under my
The embezzler, treasurer
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 modeling
Bitches suck 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, tell em this is Dunn

[Verse 3:
I never get enough of it, yo that's my shit
I need that shit, to boost my
Yo rock that shit, that life shit
Makes bitches wanna thug it, makes the 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 with his Twin ghost
It's gangster how we rock, while you
Attracted to our style, this is how we get
With big jewelry and big
We get busy, it get grizzly, beat bloody
Twist fronting, get to running
Fore the get to dumping, the fans get to thumping
M-O-B-B got the spot jumping
When my niggas in the place
Damn, you gotta it