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]
What the fuck else can yo?
I think much more son, word to mother yo
We seen 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 paper's
I'm the "Quiet Storm" who fight rhyme
P yeah you heard of him but, I concerned with them
Nigga I pop more guns than you holdin
Make my route the sun's out and scold your men
ten, in broad daylight, get right
Fuck your life - hop on my dirt bike
You try to stop mines from growin, I'll make your stop flowin
Take action, to any ass if he askin (yeah aight)
Now come the mack 10
You'se a dick blower, tryin to speak the language
What the drilly that though? It ain't bangin
You hooked on Mobb-phonics
to the Pop Dog like you got it
You ain't no out for the night fist thrower
Rusty shank holder, we live this

Cause it's the real shit, shit to em feel shit (the real)
Lump em in the shit, have you wildin out when you bump this
(hip-hop [echoes]) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw
Have a nigga OD cause 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]) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw
Have a nigga OD it's never enough
Yo the P rock forty inch cables, drinkin white
My chain hang down to my dick, my piece bang glass
Diamonds and guns before the Duke
A nigga like me hold tecs, are you the too?
Goin through the emotions, of gun
Long down my pants leg limpin
bee who still livin, even my pops too
He me how to shoot when I was seven (yup)
I used to bust crazy
I couldn't even look because the loud used to scare me (POW!)
I love my pops for that, I my nigga D-Black
I'll take the life of anybody tryin to change what's
And all of that a nigga ain't scared of death
All brand new niggaz just scared to death
I spent too many night sniffin coke, right
wastin my life, now I'm tryin to make things
Grand open some gates, invest, in business
Do for the kids (the little Dunns)
Build a gym behind the crib, so they can enjoy youth
and VCR's
ATV's and big screen TV's, nigga
make 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 shit, shit to make em feel shit (hip-hop [echoes])
Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you this
to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD cause it's never
It go one, two, three to the
That nigga P-Double got that
for peoples to rock to, stirrin up pots of brew
in hell's kitchen, I the impossible
To serve hot plates all across the states
Sit and sup with top rap reps
We the streets that's watchin boy diligent
You better walk like a on the tight rope do
Infamous first infantry, first fourth mission
First assignment -- give em shit they been missin
My new edition's way
Those listen, get addicted to my diction
Fuck rhymes I prescriptions, for your diseased
rap's just not potent like P's
One-thousand one-hundred CC's on the
I peel off chest naked on
Spaghetti head Mobb niggaz is bred
Fully blown tone, I rock skeleton bone shirts
and verses, but thirst for worse
So I can put, product out on the street
Get and love, all across the board
been adored, for keepin it raw, nuttin less or more
I score everytime for
while the rest of niggaz just 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
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw
Have a nigga OD cause it's never
It's the real shit, shit to make em feel (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 it's never enough
(the real... [echoes])