Luyện nghe bài hát quiet storm remix

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

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

You use a blower, tryin' to speak the Dunn language
What the drilly with that though? It bangin'
You hooked on Mobb-phonics
Lyin' to the Pop Dog you got it
You no wildin' out for the night fist thrower
shank holder, we live this shit

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

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

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

Wastin' my life, now I'm tryin' to things right
Grand open gates, invest, in Iraq business
Do things for the kids, the 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 my freedom
We our whole life for this, you get your shit beat in
For real, yo

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

It go one, two, three to the
That nigga P-Double got that
For peoples to rock to, stirrin' up pots of brew
In kitchen, I chef the impossible
To serve hot plates all across the states
Sit down and sup top rap reps

We the that's watchin' boy move diligent
You better walk a nigga on the tight rope Duke
Infamous first infantry, division fourth mission
First assignment give 'em that shit they been
My new way bitchen
Those listen, get addicted to my diction'
rhymes I write prescriptions, for you're diseased
Generic rap's just not potent P's

One-thousand CC's on the throttle
I peel off chest on Katanas
Spaghetti head Mobb niggaz is bred
Fully blown melanin' tone, I rock skeleton bone
And verses, but for worse beats
So I can put, more product out on the
Get respect and love, all the board
We've been adored, for keepin' it raw, nuttin' less or
I score everytime for
the rest of y'all niggaz just kneal to the real

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