Luyện nghe bài hát quiet storm remix

In broad get right
been through it all man
Blood sweat and tears, niggaz is dead and
the fuck else can happen yo?
I dont think much more son, word to yo
We seen 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 the paper's lines
I'm the "Quiet Storm" nigga who fight
P yeah you heard of him but, I concerned with them
I pop more guns than you holdin' 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 from growin', I'll make your blood flowin'
Take action, to any ass if he askin'
Now here the Mack 10

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

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

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

I used to shots crazy
I couldn't even look the loud sound used to scare me
I love my for that, I love my nigga D-Black
I'll take the life of anybody tryin' to change 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 coke, gettin' right

my life, now I'm tryin' to make things right
Grand some gates, invest, in Iraq business
Do things for the kids, the little
Build a jungle gym behind the crib, so they can enjoy
CBR's and VCR's, ATV's and big screen TV's, please
make me have to risk my freedom
We worked our whole life for this, you get shit beat in
For real, yo

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

It go one, two, three to the
That nigga got that shit
For y'alls peoples to rock to, up pots of brew
In kitchen, I chef the impossible
To serve hot all across the unified states
Sit and sup with top rap reps

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

One-thousand one-hundred on the throttle
I peel off naked on Katanas
Spaghetti head Mobb is full bred
Fully blown melanin' tone, I rock skeleton shirts
And verses, but thirst for worse
So I can put, product out on the street
Get respect and love, all across the
We've adored, for keepin' it raw, nuttin' less or more
I score for sure
While the rest of y'all just kneal 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 shit, shit to make 'em feel shit
Lump 'em in the club shit, have you out when you bump this
Drugs to eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD 'cause it's enough
It's the real hip-hop,