Luyện nghe bài hát quiet storm remix

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

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

You use a dick blower, tryin' to the Dunn 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 ain't no wildin' out for the night fist
Rusty holder, we live this shit

'Cause it's the real shit, shit to make 'em shit
Lump 'em in the club shit, have you wildin' out you bump this
Drugs to eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD 'cause never enough
It's the shit, shit to make 'em feel shit
Lump 'em in the shit, have you wildin' out when you bump this
Drugs to 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
Diamonds and guns before the fame
A nigga like me hold tecs, are you the same
through the emotions, of gun holdin'
Long shotguns down my leg limpin'
Killer bee who still livin', my pops too
He taught me how to when I was seven

I to bust shots crazy
I couldn't even look because the loud used to scare me
I love my pops for that, I love my nigga
I'll take the life of anybody to change what's left
And through all of that a nigga 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 things right
Grand open some gates, invest, in business
Do for the kids, the little Dunns
Build a jungle gym behind the crib, so can enjoy youth
and VCR's, ATV's and big screen TV's, nigga please
Don't make me have to 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 '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 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 serve hot plates all the unified states
Sit down and sup with top rap

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

one-hundred CC's on the throttle
I peel off chest naked on
Spaghetti head niggaz is full bred
blown melanin' tone, I rock skeleton bone shirts
And verses, but thirst for worse
So I can put, product out on the street
Get respect and love, all across the
been adored, for keepin' it raw, nuttin' less or more
I score for sure
the rest of y'all niggaz 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 you bump this
to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a OD 'cause it's never enough
the real shit, shit to make 'em feel shit
Lump 'em in the club shit, have you wildin' out when you bump
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw
Have a nigga OD 'cause it's enough
It's the hip-hop, hip-hop