Luyện nghe bài hát quiet storm remix

In daylight get right
been through it all man
Blood sweat and tears, niggaz is and shit
What the fuck else can yo?
I dont think much son, word to mother yo
We done it all, and been through it all yo
Let y'all niggaz know 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 of him but, I ain't concerned with them
Nigga I pop guns than you holdin' them
my route while the sun's out and scold your men
Unload ten, in daylight, get right
Fuck your hop on my ninety-eight dirt bike
You try to stop from growin', I'll make your blood stop flowin'
Take affirmative action, to any ass if he
Now here come the 10

You use a dick blower, tryin' to speak the language
the drilly with that though? It ain't bangin'
You hooked on Infamous-bonics
to the Pop Dog like you got it
You ain't no out for the night fist thrower
Rusty shank holder, we this shit

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

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

I to bust shots crazy
I couldn't even look because the sound used to scare me
I my pops for that, I love 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 just scared to
I spent too many night sniffin' coke, right

Wastin' my life, now I'm tryin' to make right
open some gates, invest, in Iraq business
Do things for the kids, the Dunns
Build a jungle gym behind the crib, so can enjoy youth
and VCR's, ATV's and big screen TV's, nigga please
Don't me have to risk 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 club shit, have you out when you bump this
to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD 'cause it's enough

It go one, two, to the fourth
That nigga got that shit
For y'alls peoples to rock to, up pots of brew
In kitchen, I chef the impossible
To serve hot plates all across the unified
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, division fourth mission
First give 'em that shit they been missin'
My new way bitchen
Those that listen, get to my diction'
Fuck I write prescriptions, for you're diseased
Generic rap's just not like P's

one-hundred CC's on the throttle
I off chest naked on Katanas
Spaghetti head Mobb niggaz is bred
Fully melanin' tone, I rock skeleton bone shirts
And verses, but thirst for worse
So I can put, more out on the street
Get respect and love, all across the
We've adored, for keepin' it raw, nuttin' less or more
I score everytime for
the rest of y'all niggaz just kneal to the real

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