Luyện nghe bài hát quiet storm remix

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

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

You use a dick blower, tryin' to speak the 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 wildin' out for the 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 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 wildin' out you bump this
Drugs to eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD 'cause never enough

Yo the P rock forty cables, drinkin' White Label
My hang down to my dick, my piece bang glass tables
Diamonds and guns before the fame
A nigga me hold tecs, are you the same too?
through the emotions, of gun holdin'
Long shotguns my pants leg limpin'
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 because the loud sound used to scare me
I my pops 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 ain't scared of
All y'all brand new niggaz just to death
I spent too many night sniffin' coke, gettin'

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

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

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

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

One-thousand one-hundred CC's on the
I off chest naked on Katanas
Spaghetti head Mobb niggaz is bred
blown melanin' tone, I rock skeleton bone shirts
And verses, but for worse 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 everytime for sure
While the rest of y'all niggaz just to the real

'Cause 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 your eardrum, the raw
Have a nigga OD 'cause it's never
the real shit, shit to make 'em feel shit
Lump 'em in the 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,