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 can happen yo?
I think much more son, word to mother yo
We done seen it all, and through it all yo
Let niggaz know right now
Word to mother, for real, for
That shit is the
I'm not

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

You use a dick blower, tryin' to speak the Dunn
What the drilly with that It ain't bangin'
You hooked on Mobb-phonics
Lyin' to the Pop Dog you got it
You ain't no wildin' out for the fist thrower
Rusty shank holder, we this shit

it's 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
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 never

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

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

Wastin' my life, now I'm to make 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, please
Don't make me to risk my freedom
We worked our whole life for this, you get your shit in
For real, yo

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

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

We the streets that's boy move diligent
You better walk like a nigga on the rope Duke
Infamous first infantry, first division mission
First assignment give 'em that they been missin'
My new edition's way
that listen, get addicted to my diction'
Fuck rhymes I write prescriptions, for diseased
Generic rap's just not potent P's

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

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