Luyện nghe bài hát quiet storm remix

In broad daylight get
Just been it all man
Blood sweat and tears, 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
That is the truth
I'm not

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

You use a dick blower, tryin' to the Dunn 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 wildin' out for the fist thrower
Rusty shank holder, we this shit

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

Yo the P rock forty inch cables, drinkin' Label
My chain hang down to my dick, my piece glass tables
Diamonds and before the fame Duke
A nigga like me hold tecs, are you the too?
Goin' 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 shots
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 anybody tryin' to change what's
And through all of that a nigga scared of death
All y'all brand new niggaz just to death
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 things for the kids, the Dunns
Build a jungle gym behind the crib, so they can enjoy
CBR's and VCR's, ATV's and big screen TV's, nigga
Don't make me have to risk my
We worked our 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
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw
Have a nigga OD 'cause it's enough

It go one, two, to the fourth
That P-Double got that shit
For y'alls peoples to to, stirrin' up pots of brew
In kitchen, I chef the impossible
To serve hot plates all across the unified
Sit down and sup top rap reps

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

One-thousand CC's on the throttle
I off chest naked on Katanas
Spaghetti head Mobb niggaz is full
Fully blown melanin' tone, I rock bone shirts
And verses, but thirst for worse
So I can put, more product out on the
Get respect and love, all the board
We've been adored, for keepin' it raw, nuttin' 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
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's the real shit, shit to '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 never enough
It's the hip-hop, hip-hop