Luyện nghe bài hát quiet storm remix

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

You use a dick blower, tryin' to speak the Dunn
the drilly with that though? It ain't bangin'
You on Mobb-phonics Infamous-bonics
to the Pop Dog like you got it
You no wildin' 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 when you bump
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw
Have a nigga OD 'cause it's enough
It's the real shit, shit to make 'em shit
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

Yo the P rock inch cables, drinkin' White Label
My chain 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?
Goin' the emotions, of gun holdin'
shotguns down my pants leg limpin'
Killer bee who still livin', even my too
He taught me how to when I was seven

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

my life, now I'm tryin' to make things right
Grand open gates, invest, in Iraq business
Do for the kids, the little Dunns
Build a jungle gym behind the crib, so they can enjoy
CBR's and VCR's, ATV's and big screen TV's, 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 the real shit, shit to make 'em feel shit
Lump 'em in the club shit, have you wildin' out when you bump
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, stirrin' up pots of
In kitchen, I chef the impossible
To serve hot all across the unified states
Sit and sup with top rap reps

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

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

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 OD 'cause it's never enough
It's the real shit, to make '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 it's never enough
It's the hip-hop, hip-hop