Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm (The Four Performance)

In broad get right..
Just through it all man
Blood and tears
Niggaz is dead and [music fades in]
What the else can happen yo?
I don't think much more son, to mother yo
We done it all, and been through it all yo
Let y'all know right now
Word to mother, for real, for
shit is the truth
I'm not lyin..

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 with
Nigga I pop guns than you holdin them
my route while the sun's out and scold your men
Unload ten, in daylight, get right
your life - hop on my ninety-eight dirt bike
You try to stop mines from growin, I'll make blood stop flowin
Take affirmative action, to any ass if he (yeah aight)
Now come the mack 10
a dick blower, tryin to speak the Dunn language
What the 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 night thrower
Rusty shank holder, we live this

Cause it's the real shit, to make em feel shit (the real)
Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out you bump this
(hip-hop [echoes]) to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a OD cause it's never enough
It's the real shit, shit to make em shit (the real)
Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out you bump this
(hip-hop [echoes]) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw
Have a nigga OD cause it's never
Yo the P rock forty inch cables, drinkin white
My hang down to my dick, my piece bang glass tables
Diamonds and before the fame Duke
A nigga like me hold tecs, are you the same
Goin the emotions, of gun holdin
Long shotguns down my leg limpin
Killer bee who livin, even my pops too
He me how to shoot when I was seven (yup)
I used to shots crazy
I couldn't even look because the sound used to scare me (POW!)
I my pops for that, I love my nigga D-Black
I'll the life of anybody tryin to change what's left
And through all of a nigga ain't scared of death
All brand new niggaz just scared to death
I spent too many night sniffin coke, gettin
my life, now I'm tryin to make things right
Grand some gates, invest, in Iraq business
Do things for the (the little Dunns)
Build a jungle gym behind the crib, so can enjoy youth
and VCR's
ATV's and big screen TV's, 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 (hip-hop [echoes])
Lump em in the club shit, you wildin out when you bump this
to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD it's never enough
It go one, two, three to the
That nigga got that shit
for y'alls peoples to rock to, stirrin up of brew
in hell's kitchen, I chef the
To serve hot plates all across the states
Sit and sup with top rap reps
We the streets that's boy move diligent
You better walk a nigga on the tight rope do
Infamous first infantry, first fourth mission
First assignment -- give em that shit they been
My new edition's way
Those that listen, get addicted to my
rhymes I write prescriptions, for your diseased
generic just not potent like P's
one-hundred CC's on the throttle
I peel off naked on Katanas
head Mobb niggaz is full bred
Fully blown melanin tone, I rock bone 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 been adored, for keepin it raw, nuttin or more
I everytime for sure
while the rest of y'all just nil
(To the real..)

Cause it's the real shit, to make em feel shit (hip-hop [echoes])
Lump em in the club shit, have you out when you bump this
to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD cause it's enough
It's the shit, shit to make em feel shit (the real)
Lump em in the club shit, you wildin out when you bump this
(hip-hop [echoes]) to your eardrum, the raw uncut
a nigga OD cause it's never enough
(the real... [echoes])