Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm (The Four Performance)

In daylight get right..
been through it all man
Blood sweat and
Niggaz is dead and [music fades in]
What the fuck else can yo?
I don't think much son, word to mother yo
We done seen it all, and been 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 lines
I'm the "Quiet Storm" nigga who fight
P yeah you heard of him but, I concerned with them
Nigga I pop more guns than you holdin
my route while the sun's out and scold your men
Unload ten, in broad daylight, get
Fuck your - hop on my ninety-eight dirt 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, to speak the Dunn language
the drilly with that though? It ain't bangin
You hooked on Infamous-bonics
to the Pop Dog like you got it
You ain't no out for the night fist thrower
shank holder, we live this shit

Cause 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]) to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD cause it's enough
It's the real shit, shit to make em shit (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 cause it's never
Yo the P rock forty inch cables, drinkin white
My chain hang down to my dick, my piece glass tables
and guns before the fame Duke
A like me hold tecs, are you the same too?
through the emotions, of gun holdin
Long shotguns down my leg limpin
bee who still livin, even my pops too
He taught me how to shoot I was seven (yup)
I used to shots crazy
I couldn't even look because the loud sound to scare me (POW!)
I my pops for that, I love my nigga D-Black
I'll take the life of anybody tryin to change left
And through all of a nigga ain't scared of death
All y'all brand new niggaz just scared to
I too many night sniffin coke, gettin right
wastin my life, now I'm tryin to make things
Grand open some gates, invest, in Iraq
Do things for the kids (the Dunns)
Build a jungle gym behind the crib, so can enjoy youth
and VCR's
ATV's and big screen TV's, please
Don't make me have to risk my
We our whole life 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 out when you bump this
to your 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 kitchen, I chef the impossible
To serve hot plates all the unified states
Sit down and sup top rap reps
We the streets that's watchin boy move
You better walk like a nigga on the tight do
first infantry, first division fourth mission
First assignment -- give em that they been missin
My new edition's way
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 CC's on the
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 beats
So I can put, more product out on the
Get respect and love, all across the
We've been adored, for it raw, nuttin less or more
I score for sure
while the of y'all niggaz just nil
(To the real..)

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