Luyện nghe bài hát quiet storm remix

In broad get right
been through it all man
Blood sweat and tears, niggaz is dead and
What the fuck can happen yo?
I dont think much 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 between the paper's
I'm the "Quiet Storm" nigga who fight
P yeah you heard of him but, I ain't concerned with
Nigga I pop more guns than you them
Make my route while the sun's out and your men
Unload ten, in broad daylight, get
Fuck your hop on my ninety-eight dirt bike
You try to stop mines growin', I'll make your blood stop flowin'
Take action, to any ass if he askin'
Now here the Mack 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 out for the night fist thrower
Rusty shank holder, we live this

'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 your eardrum, the raw
a nigga OD 'cause it's never enough
It's the real shit, shit to '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 'cause never enough

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

I used to bust shots
I even look because the loud sound used to scare me
I my pops for that, I love my nigga D-Black
I'll take the 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 scared to death
I too many night sniffin' coke, gettin' right

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

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 nigga OD 'cause never enough

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

We the streets that's boy move diligent
You walk like a nigga on the tight rope Duke
Infamous first infantry, first fourth mission
First give 'em that shit they been missin'
My new way bitchen
Those that listen, get to my diction'
Fuck I write prescriptions, for you're diseased
rap's just not potent like P's

One-thousand one-hundred on the throttle
I off chest naked on Katanas
Spaghetti head Mobb niggaz is full
Fully blown tone, I rock skeleton bone shirts
And verses, but thirst for worse
So I can put, product out on the street
Get respect and love, all the board
We've been adored, for keepin' it raw, less or more
I score everytime for
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 when you bump
to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD it's never enough
It's the real shit, shit to '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 never
It's the real hip-hop,