Luyện nghe bài hát quiet storm remix

In broad get right
Just been it all man
Blood and tears, niggaz is dead and shit
What the else can happen yo?
I dont think much more son, to mother yo
We done seen it all, and 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 in between the paper's lines
I'm the "Quiet Storm" nigga who fight
P yeah you heard of him but, I ain't concerned them
Nigga I pop more guns than you holdin'
Make my route the sun's out and scold your men
Unload ten, in daylight, get right
Fuck your life hop on my dirt bike
You try to stop mines from growin', I'll make your stop flowin'
Take affirmative action, to any ass if he
Now here come the 10

You use a blower, tryin' to speak the Dunn language
the drilly with that though? It ain't bangin'
You hooked on 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, 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
It's the real shit, shit to make 'em feel
Lump 'em in the club shit, have you wildin' out you bump this
Drugs to eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD 'cause it's never

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

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

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

it's the real shit, 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 it's never enough

It go one, two, to the fourth
That P-Double got that shit
For peoples to rock to, stirrin' up pots of brew
In hell's kitchen, I the impossible
To serve hot all across the unified states
Sit down and sup top rap reps

We the streets that's watchin' boy move
You better like a nigga on the tight rope Duke
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 you're
rap's just not potent like P's

One-thousand one-hundred on the throttle
I peel off chest naked on
Spaghetti head Mobb is full bred
Fully blown tone, I rock skeleton bone shirts
And verses, but thirst for worse
So I can put, product out on the street
Get and love, all across the board
We've been adored, for keepin' it raw, nuttin' or more
I score for sure
While the of y'all niggaz just kneal to the real

'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 eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD it's never enough
It's the shit, shit to make '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 hip-hop,