Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm (The Four Performance)

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

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 you holdin them
Make my route the sun's out and scold your men
Unload ten, in daylight, get right
Fuck your life - hop on my ninety-eight bike
You try to stop mines from growin, I'll make your blood flowin
Take action, to any ass if he askin (yeah aight)
Now here come the 10
You'se a dick blower, to speak the Dunn language
What the drilly that though? It ain't bangin
You hooked on Mobb-phonics
Lyin to the Pop Dog you got it
You ain't no wildin out for the night thrower
shank holder, we live this shit

Cause it's the real shit, shit to make em shit (the real)
Lump em in the shit, have you wildin out when you bump this
(hip-hop [echoes]) to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD cause it's never
It's the real shit, to make em feel shit (the real)
Lump em in the club shit, have you out when you bump this
(hip-hop [echoes]) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw
Have a nigga OD cause never enough
Yo the P forty inch cables, drinkin white label
My chain hang down to my dick, my piece bang tables
Diamonds and before the fame Duke
A nigga like me hold tecs, are you the too?
Goin through the emotions, of gun
Long down my pants leg limpin
Killer bee who livin, even my pops too
He taught me how to shoot I was seven (yup)
I to bust shots crazy
I couldn't even because the loud sound used to scare me (POW!)
I love my for that, I love my nigga D-Black
I'll take the life of anybody tryin to change left
And through all of that a nigga ain't scared of
All y'all new niggaz just scared to death
I spent too many night sniffin coke, gettin
wastin my life, now I'm tryin to make right
Grand open some gates, invest, in business
Do things for the (the little Dunns)
Build a jungle gym behind the crib, so they can youth
and VCR's
ATV's and big screen TV's, nigga
Don't make me have to risk my
We worked our whole life for this, you get shit beat in
For real.. (yo)

Cause it's the shit, shit to make em feel shit (hip-hop [echoes])
Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump
to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD cause never enough
It go one, two, to the fourth
That nigga got that shit
for y'alls peoples to to, stirrin up pots of brew
in hell's kitchen, I the impossible
To serve hot all across the unified states
Sit down and sup top rap reps
We the streets that's watchin boy diligent
You better walk like a nigga on the rope do
Infamous infantry, first division fourth mission
First -- give em that shit they been missin
My new way bitchin
Those that listen, get addicted to my
Fuck rhymes I prescriptions, for your diseased
generic rap's not potent like P's
One-thousand one-hundred on the throttle
I peel off chest on Katanas
Spaghetti head niggaz is full bred
Fully blown melanin tone, I rock 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 it raw, nuttin less or more
I everytime for sure
while the rest of y'all niggaz nil
(To the real..)

Cause the real shit, shit to make 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
the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (the real)
Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump
(hip-hop [echoes]) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw
Have a nigga OD cause it's enough
(the real... [echoes])