Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm (The Four Performance)

In broad get right..
Just been it all man
Blood and tears
is dead and shit [music fades in]
What the else can happen yo?
I think much more son, word to mother yo
We done it all, and been through it all yo
Let niggaz know right now
to mother, for real, for real
That shit is the
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 ain't concerned them
Nigga I pop more guns you holdin them
Make my route while the sun's out and scold men
Unload ten, in daylight, get right
Fuck your - hop on my ninety-eight dirt bike
You try to stop mines from growin, I'll your blood stop flowin
affirmative action, to any ass if he askin (yeah aight)
Now come the mack 10
You'se a dick blower, tryin to the Dunn language
What the drilly with that 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 holder, we live this shit

Cause it's the real shit, shit to em feel shit (the real)
Lump em in the club shit, you wildin out when you bump this
(hip-hop [echoes]) to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD cause it's never
the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (the real)
Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you this
(hip-hop [echoes]) Drugs to eardrum, the raw uncut
a nigga OD cause it's never enough
Yo the P rock forty inch cables, white label
My chain hang down to my dick, my piece glass tables
Diamonds and guns before the fame
A nigga like me hold tecs, are you the too?
Goin through the emotions, of gun
Long shotguns down my pants leg
Killer bee who still livin, even my too
He me how to shoot when I was seven (yup)
I to bust 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 what's
And through all of 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 things
open some gates, invest, in Iraq business
Do things for the (the little Dunns)
Build a jungle gym the crib, so they can enjoy youth
CBR's and
ATV's and big TV's, nigga please
Don't me have to risk my freedom
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 shit, have you wildin out when you bump this
Drugs to eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD cause it's enough
It go one, two, to the fourth
That nigga P-Double got shit
for y'alls peoples to rock to, stirrin up pots of
in kitchen, I chef the impossible
To serve hot plates all across the states
Sit and sup with top rap reps
We the streets that's boy move diligent
You better walk like a nigga on the rope do
first infantry, first division fourth mission
First assignment -- give em shit they been missin
My new edition's way
Those that listen, get to my diction
Fuck rhymes I write prescriptions, for diseased
rap's just not potent like P's
One-thousand one-hundred on the throttle
I off chest naked on Katanas
Spaghetti head Mobb is full bred
Fully blown melanin tone, I rock bone shirts
and verses, but for worse beats
So I can put, more product out on the
Get and love, all across the board
We've been adored, for keepin it raw, nuttin or more
I score for sure
while the rest of y'all just nil
(To the real..)

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