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 [music fades in]
the fuck else can happen yo?
I don't think much more son, word to yo
We done it all, and been through it all yo
Let niggaz know right now
Word to mother, for real, for
That is the truth
I'm not lyin..

I put my in between the paper's lines
I'm the "Quiet Storm" who fight rhyme
P yeah you heard of him but, I ain't concerned with
I pop more guns than you holdin them
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 blood stop flowin
affirmative action, to any ass if he askin (yeah aight)
Now here come the 10
You'se a dick blower, tryin to speak the language
What the drilly with that though? It ain't
You hooked on Mobb-phonics
Lyin to the Pop Dog you got it
You no wildin out for the night fist thrower
Rusty shank holder, we live this

Cause the real shit, shit to make em feel 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 OD cause it's never enough
It's the real shit, shit to em feel shit (the real)
em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this
(hip-hop [echoes]) Drugs to eardrum, the raw uncut
a nigga OD cause it's never enough
Yo the P rock forty cables, drinkin white label
My chain hang down to my dick, my piece glass tables
Diamonds and guns before the Duke
A like me hold tecs, are you the same too?
through the emotions, of gun holdin
Long shotguns down my leg limpin
Killer bee who still livin, even my too
He taught me how to shoot when I was (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 tryin to change what's left
And through all of a nigga ain't scared of death
All y'all brand new just scared to death
I spent too many night coke, gettin right
wastin my life, now I'm tryin to things right
Grand some gates, invest, in Iraq business
Do things for the kids (the Dunns)
Build a jungle gym behind the crib, so they can enjoy
CBR's and
ATV's and big screen TV's, nigga
Don't me have to risk my freedom
We our whole life for this, you get your shit beat in
For real.. (yo)

Cause the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (hip-hop [echoes])
Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out you bump this
Drugs to eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD cause never enough
It go one, two, to the fourth
That P-Double got that shit
for y'alls to rock to, stirrin up pots of brew
in hell's kitchen, I chef the
To serve hot plates all the unified states
Sit and sup with top rap reps
We the streets watchin boy move diligent
You better walk like a on the tight rope do
Infamous first infantry, first fourth mission
First assignment -- give em that shit they missin
My new edition's way
Those that listen, get addicted to my
Fuck rhymes I write prescriptions, for your
generic rap's just not like P's
One-thousand CC's on the throttle
I peel off chest on Katanas
Spaghetti head Mobb niggaz is bred
Fully blown melanin tone, I rock bone shirts
and verses, but thirst for beats
So I can put, more product out on the
Get respect and love, all the board
We've adored, for keepin it raw, nuttin less or more
I score for sure
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, have you out when you bump this
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]) to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD cause it's enough
(the real... [echoes])