Luyện nghe bài hát quiet storm remix

In broad daylight get
Just been it all man
Blood sweat and tears, niggaz is and shit
What the fuck can happen yo?
I dont think much son, word to mother yo
We done it all, and been through it all yo
Let y'all know right now
Word to mother, for real, for
shit is the truth
I'm not

I put my in between the paper's lines
I'm the "Quiet Storm" nigga who rhyme
P yeah you heard of him but, I concerned with them
Nigga I pop more guns than you holdin'
Make my while the sun's out and scold your men
Unload ten, in broad daylight, get
Fuck your hop on my ninety-eight dirt bike
You try to stop mines from growin', I'll make your blood stop
Take action, to any ass if he askin'
Now come the Mack 10

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

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

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

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

Wastin' my life, now I'm tryin' to things right
open some 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, and big screen TV's, nigga please
Don't make me have to my freedom
We worked our whole life for this, you get your shit in
For real, yo

'Cause 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 nigga OD 'cause never enough

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

We the streets that's watchin' boy move
You walk like a nigga on the tight rope Duke
Infamous first infantry, first division mission
First assignment give 'em that they been missin'
My new edition's way
Those that listen, get to my diction'
Fuck 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 naked on Katanas
Spaghetti head Mobb niggaz is bred
blown melanin' tone, I rock skeleton bone shirts
And verses, but thirst for beats
So I can put, more out on the street
Get respect and love, all across the
We've been adored, for keepin' it raw, less or more
I score for sure
While the rest of y'all niggaz just kneal to the

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