Luyện nghe bài hát quiet storm remix

In broad get right
Just through it all man
Blood and tears, niggaz is dead and shit
the fuck else can happen yo?
I dont think more son, word to mother yo
We seen it all, and been through it all yo
Let niggaz know right now
to mother, for real, for real
That shit is the
I'm not

I put my lifetime in between the paper's
I'm the "Quiet Storm" who fight rhyme
P yeah you of him but, I ain't concerned with them
Nigga I pop guns than you holdin' them
Make my route the sun's out and scold your men
Unload ten, in broad daylight, get
Fuck your life hop on my dirt bike
You try to stop from growin', I'll make your blood stop flowin'
Take affirmative action, to any ass if he
Now come the Mack 10

You use a blower, tryin' to speak the Dunn language
the drilly with that though? It ain't bangin'
You hooked on Mobb-phonics
to the Pop Dog like you got it
You ain't no wildin' out for the night fist
Rusty shank holder, we live shit

it's the real shit, shit to make 'em feel shit
Lump 'em in the club shit, have you wildin' out when you this
to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a OD 'cause it's never enough
It's the real shit, shit to make 'em shit
Lump 'em in the club shit, have you wildin' out you bump this
to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD 'cause it's never

Yo the P rock inch cables, drinkin' White Label
My chain hang to my dick, my piece bang glass tables
and guns before the fame Duke
A nigga me hold tecs, are you the same too?
Goin' the emotions, of gun holdin'
Long shotguns down my pants leg
Killer bee who still livin', my pops too
He me how to shoot when I was seven

I used to bust crazy
I couldn't even look because the loud sound to scare me
I love my for that, I love my nigga D-Black
I'll take the life of anybody tryin' to what's left
And through all of that a nigga scared of death
All y'all brand new just scared to death
I spent too many sniffin' coke, gettin' right

Wastin' my life, now I'm tryin' to make things
Grand open gates, invest, in Iraq business
Do for the kids, the little Dunns
Build a jungle gym the crib, so they can enjoy youth
CBR's and VCR's, ATV's and big screen TV's, nigga
Don't make me have to risk my
We worked our whole for this, you get your shit beat in
For real, yo

'Cause it's the real shit, shit to make 'em feel
Lump 'em in the shit, have you wildin' out when you bump this
to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD 'cause it's never

It go one, two, to the fourth
That nigga P-Double got shit
For peoples to rock to, stirrin' up pots of brew
In hell's kitchen, I the impossible
To serve hot plates all the unified states
Sit and sup with top rap reps

We the streets that's boy move diligent
You better walk like a nigga on the tight Duke
Infamous first infantry, first division fourth
assignment give 'em that shit they been missin'
My new edition's way
Those that listen, get to my diction'
Fuck rhymes I write prescriptions, for diseased
Generic rap's just not potent P's

One-thousand one-hundred on the throttle
I peel off chest on Katanas
Spaghetti head niggaz is full bred
Fully blown melanin' tone, I skeleton bone shirts
And verses, but thirst for worse
So I can put, product out on the street
Get respect and love, all across the
We've been adored, for keepin' it raw, nuttin' or more
I everytime for sure
While the rest of y'all niggaz just kneal to the

'Cause it's the shit, shit to make 'em feel shit
Lump 'em in the club shit, have you wildin' out you bump this
Drugs to eardrum, the raw uncut
a nigga OD 'cause it's never enough
It's the real shit, shit to make 'em feel
Lump 'em in the club shit, have you wildin' out you bump this
to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD 'cause it's enough
It's the hip-hop, hip-hop