Luyện nghe bài hát quiet storm remix

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

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

You use a dick blower, tryin' to the Dunn language
What the drilly with though? It ain't bangin'
You hooked on Mobb-phonics
to the Pop Dog like you got it
You no wildin' out for the night fist thrower
Rusty holder, we live this shit

'Cause it's the shit, shit to make '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
the real shit, shit to make 'em feel 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 it's never

Yo the P forty inch cables, drinkin' White Label
My chain down to my dick, my piece bang glass tables
Diamonds and guns the fame Duke
A like 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', even my too
He taught me how to shoot I was seven

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
take the life of anybody tryin' to change what's left
And through all of a nigga ain't scared of death
All y'all brand new just scared to death
I spent too many night sniffin' coke, gettin'

Wastin' my life, now I'm to make things right
Grand open gates, invest, in Iraq business
Do for the kids, the little Dunns
a jungle 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 for this, you get your shit beat in
For real, yo

'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 it's never enough

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

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

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

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