Luyện nghe bài hát quiet storm remix

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

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

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

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

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

I used to bust crazy
I couldn't even look the loud sound used to scare me
I love my pops for that, I love my 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 brand new niggaz just scared to death
I spent too many night sniffin' coke, right

Wastin' my life, now I'm tryin' to things right
Grand open some gates, invest, in business
Do things for the kids, the Dunns
Build a jungle gym the crib, so they can enjoy youth
and VCR's, ATV's and big screen TV's, nigga please
Don't make me have to risk my
We worked our whole life for this, you get shit beat 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
to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD 'cause it's 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 plates all across the states
Sit down and sup top rap reps

We the that's watchin' boy move diligent
You better walk like a nigga on the tight Duke
Infamous first infantry, division fourth mission
First assignment give 'em that shit they missin'
My new way bitchen
Those that listen, get addicted to my
rhymes I write prescriptions, for you're 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 melanin' tone, I skeleton bone shirts
And verses, but for worse beats
So I can put, more product out on the
Get respect and love, all across the
We've been adored, for it raw, nuttin' less or more
I score for sure
While the rest of y'all niggaz just to the real

'Cause the real 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'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 real hip-hop,