Luyện nghe bài hát quiet storm remix

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

I put my lifetime in the paper's lines
I'm the "Quiet Storm" who fight rhyme
P yeah you heard of him but, I ain't 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 your life hop on my 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 come the 10

You use a dick blower, tryin' to the Dunn language
What the drilly that 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 fist thrower
shank holder, we live this shit

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

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

I to bust shots crazy
I even look because the loud sound used to scare me
I love my pops for that, I love my D-Black
I'll take the life of anybody to change what's left
And through all of that a ain't scared of death
All y'all brand new just scared to death
I spent too many night sniffin' coke, gettin'

my life, now I'm tryin' to make things right
Grand open some gates, invest, in Iraq
Do for the kids, the little 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 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 this
Drugs to eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD 'cause it's enough

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

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

One-thousand one-hundred CC's on the
I peel off naked on Katanas
Spaghetti head niggaz is full bred
Fully melanin' tone, I rock skeleton bone shirts
And verses, but for worse beats
So I can put, more out on the street
Get and love, all across the board
We've been adored, for it raw, nuttin' less or more
I score everytime for
the rest of y'all niggaz just kneal to the real

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