Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm (The Four Performance)

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

I put my lifetime in between the paper's
I'm the "Quiet Storm" nigga who fight
P yeah you of him but, I ain't concerned with them
Nigga I pop more than you holdin them
Make my route while the sun's out and scold men
ten, in broad daylight, get right
Fuck your life - hop on my ninety-eight bike
You try to stop mines from growin, make your blood stop flowin
affirmative action, to any ass if he askin (yeah aight)
Now come the mack 10
You'se a dick blower, tryin to the Dunn language
What the drilly with that 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 fist
Rusty shank holder, we live shit

Cause it's the shit, shit to make em feel shit (the real)
em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this
(hip-hop [echoes]) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw
Have a OD cause it's never 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
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 tecs, are you the same too?
Goin the emotions, of gun holdin
Long shotguns down my leg limpin
bee who still livin, even my pops too
He me how to shoot when I was seven (yup)
I used to bust shots
I couldn't even look because the sound used to scare me (POW!)
I love my pops for that, I love my D-Black
take the life of anybody tryin to change what's left
And through all of that a nigga scared of death
All y'all brand new niggaz just scared to
I spent too many night sniffin coke, right
my life, now I'm tryin to make things right
Grand open some gates, invest, in Iraq
Do things for the (the little Dunns)
Build a jungle gym behind the crib, so can enjoy youth
CBR's and
ATV's and big screen TV's, please
Don't me have to risk my freedom
We worked our whole for this, you get your shit beat in
For real.. (yo)

Cause it's the real shit, shit to make em feel (hip-hop [echoes])
Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you this
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw
Have a nigga OD it's never enough
It go one, two, to the fourth
nigga P-Double got that shit
for y'alls peoples to rock to, up pots of brew
in kitchen, I chef the impossible
To serve hot plates all across the unified
Sit down and sup with top rap
We the streets that's watchin boy move
You better walk like a nigga on the rope do
Infamous first infantry, first division mission
First assignment -- give em shit they been missin
My new way bitchin
Those that listen, get addicted to my
rhymes I write prescriptions, for your diseased
generic rap's just not potent P's
One-thousand one-hundred on the throttle
I off chest naked on Katanas
Spaghetti Mobb niggaz is full bred
Fully blown melanin tone, I rock skeleton shirts
and verses, but thirst for worse
So I can put, more product out on the
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 just nil
(To the real..)

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