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 can happen yo?
I dont think much son, word to mother yo
We seen it all, and been through it all yo
Let niggaz know right 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 yeah you of him but, I ain't concerned with them
Nigga I pop more than you holdin' them
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'
Take action, to any ass if he askin'
Now here come the 10

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

'Cause it's the real shit, shit to 'em feel shit
Lump 'em in the club shit, have you out when you bump this
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw
Have a nigga OD 'cause it's enough
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

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

I to bust shots crazy
I couldn't look because the loud sound used to scare me
I love my pops for that, I love my nigga
I'll take the of anybody tryin' to change what's left
And through all of that a ain't scared of death
All brand new niggaz just scared to death
I spent too many night coke, gettin' right

Wastin' my life, now I'm to make things right
open some gates, invest, in Iraq 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 TV's, nigga please
Don't make me to risk my freedom
We our whole life for this, you get your shit beat in
For real, yo

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

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

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

One-thousand CC's on the throttle
I off chest naked on Katanas
Spaghetti Mobb niggaz is full bred
Fully blown melanin' tone, I rock bone shirts
And verses, but for worse beats
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 of y'all niggaz 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 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
'em in the club shit, have you wildin' out when you bump this
Drugs to eardrum, the raw uncut
a nigga OD 'cause it's never enough
It's the hip-hop, hip-hop