Luyện nghe bài hát quiet storm remix

In daylight get right
Just through it all man
sweat and tears, niggaz is dead and shit
What the else can happen yo?
I dont think more son, word to mother yo
We done seen it all, and been it all yo
Let y'all know right now
to mother, for real, for real
That shit is the
I'm not

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

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

it's 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 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
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw
Have a nigga OD it's never enough

Yo the P rock forty inch cables, drinkin' Label
My chain down to my dick, my piece bang glass tables
Diamonds and guns the fame Duke
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 taught me how to shoot I was seven

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

Wastin' my life, now I'm tryin' to make things
Grand some gates, invest, in Iraq business
Do things for the kids, the little
a jungle gym behind the crib, so they can enjoy youth
CBR's and VCR's, ATV's and big screen TV's, please
Don't make me 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 feel
Lump 'em in the shit, have you wildin' out when you bump this
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw
Have a nigga OD 'cause it's enough

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

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

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

it's the real shit, shit to make 'em feel shit
Lump 'em in the club shit, you wildin' out when you bump this
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw
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 OD 'cause it's never enough
It's the real hip-hop,