Luyện nghe bài hát quiet storm remix

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

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

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

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

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

I used to shots 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 life of anybody to change what's left
And through all of that a ain't scared of death
All y'all brand new niggaz scared to death
I spent too many night sniffin' coke, gettin'

Wastin' my life, now I'm tryin' to 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 youth
CBR's and VCR's, and big screen TV's, nigga please
make me have to risk my freedom
We worked our whole life for this, you get shit beat in
For real, yo

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

It go one, two, three to the
That P-Double got that shit
For y'alls peoples to rock to, stirrin' up pots of
In hell's kitchen, I the impossible
To hot plates all across the unified states
Sit and sup with 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 been missin'
My new way bitchen
Those that listen, get to my diction'
rhymes I write prescriptions, for you're diseased
Generic rap's just not like P's

One-thousand CC's on the throttle
I peel off naked on Katanas
Spaghetti Mobb niggaz is full bred
blown melanin' tone, I rock skeleton bone shirts
And verses, but thirst for worse
So I can put, more out on the street
Get respect and love, all the board
We've been adored, for keepin' it raw, nuttin' or more
I score everytime for
While the rest of y'all niggaz just kneal to the

'Cause it's the real shit, to make 'em feel 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 real 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's the hip-hop, hip-hop