Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm (The Four Performance)

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

I put my lifetime in between the lines
I'm the "Quiet Storm" nigga who rhyme
P yeah you of him but, I ain't concerned with them
Nigga I pop guns 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 from growin, I'll make your blood stop flowin
affirmative action, to any ass if he askin (yeah aight)
Now here the mack 10
You'se a dick blower, tryin to the Dunn language
What the drilly with 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 fist
shank holder, we live this shit

Cause it's the real 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 eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD cause never enough
It's the real 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 nigga OD it's never enough
Yo the P rock forty inch cables, white label
My chain hang down to my dick, my piece bang glass
Diamonds and before the fame Duke
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 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 the loud sound used to scare me (POW!)
I love my pops for that, I love my nigga
I'll take the life of anybody tryin to what's left
And all of that a nigga ain't scared of death
All y'all new niggaz just scared to death
I spent too night sniffin coke, gettin right
wastin my life, now I'm tryin to make right
Grand open some gates, invest, in Iraq
Do things for the (the little Dunns)
a jungle gym behind the crib, so they can enjoy youth
CBR's and
ATV's and big TV's, nigga please
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 real shit, shit to make em feel (hip-hop [echoes])
Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out you bump this
to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD cause it's 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 the unified states
Sit down and sup with top rap
We the streets that's boy move diligent
You better like a nigga on the tight rope do
Infamous first infantry, first division fourth
assignment -- give em that shit they been missin
My new edition's way
that listen, get addicted to my diction
Fuck I write prescriptions, for your diseased
generic just not potent like P's
One-thousand one-hundred CC's on the
I peel off chest on Katanas
Spaghetti head Mobb niggaz is bred
Fully blown melanin tone, I rock bone shirts
and verses, but for worse beats
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 score everytime for
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, have you wildin out when you bump
Drugs to eardrum, the raw uncut
a nigga 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 out when you bump this
(hip-hop [echoes]) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw
Have a nigga OD cause it's enough
(the real... [echoes])