Luyện nghe bài hát quiet storm remix

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

I put my lifetime in between the lines
I'm the "Quiet Storm" nigga who fight
P you heard 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 broad daylight, get
your life 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 here the Mack 10

You use a dick blower, tryin' to the Dunn language
What the drilly with though? It ain't bangin'
You on Mobb-phonics Infamous-bonics
Lyin' to the Pop Dog you got it
You ain't no wildin' out for the night fist
Rusty shank holder, we 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 never enough
It's the real shit, shit to make 'em feel
Lump 'em in the shit, have you wildin' out when you bump this
to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD 'cause never enough

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

I used to shots crazy
I couldn't even look because the loud 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 all of that a nigga ain't scared of death
All y'all brand new niggaz just scared to
I too many night sniffin' coke, gettin' right

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

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

It go one, two, three to the
nigga 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 all across the unified states
Sit and sup with top rap reps

We the streets watchin' boy move diligent
You better like 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 listen, get addicted to my diction'
Fuck rhymes I write prescriptions, for diseased
Generic rap's just not potent P's

One-thousand one-hundred CC's on the
I off chest naked on Katanas
head Mobb niggaz is full bred
Fully blown tone, I rock skeleton bone shirts
And verses, but for worse beats
So I can put, product 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 of y'all niggaz just kneal to the real

'Cause it's the real shit, shit to 'em feel shit
Lump 'em in the shit, have 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 shit
Lump 'em in the club shit, have you 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