Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm (The Four Performance)

In broad get right..
been through it all man
Blood sweat and
Niggaz is dead and shit [music in]
the fuck else can happen yo?
I don't much 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 shit is the
I'm not lyin..

I put my lifetime in the paper's lines
I'm the "Quiet Storm" nigga who rhyme
P yeah you heard of him but, I concerned with them
Nigga I pop more guns you holdin them
Make my route while the out and scold your men
Unload ten, in daylight, get right
your life - hop on my ninety-eight dirt bike
You try to mines from growin, I'll make your blood stop flowin
affirmative action, to any ass if he askin (yeah aight)
Now come the mack 10
You'se a dick blower, to speak the Dunn language
What the drilly with that though? It bangin
You on Mobb-phonics Infamous-bonics
to the Pop Dog like 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]) to your eardrum, the raw uncut
a nigga OD cause 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 OD cause it's never enough
Yo the P rock forty inch cables, white label
My chain down to my dick, my piece bang glass tables
and guns before the fame Duke
A nigga me hold tecs, are you the same too?
Goin through the emotions, of gun
shotguns down my pants leg limpin
Killer bee who livin, even my pops too
He me how to shoot when I was seven (yup)
I to bust shots crazy
I couldn't even look the loud sound used to scare me (POW!)
I my pops for that, I love my nigga D-Black
I'll take the of anybody tryin to change what's left
And through all of a nigga ain't scared of death
All y'all brand new niggaz scared to death
I spent too many night coke, gettin right
wastin my life, now I'm to make things right
Grand open some gates, invest, in Iraq
Do things for the kids (the Dunns)
Build a jungle gym behind the crib, so they can enjoy
and VCR's
ATV's and big screen TV's, please
Don't make me have to 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 club shit, have you wildin out when you this
Drugs to eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD cause it's never
It go one, two, to the fourth
nigga P-Double got that shit
for y'alls to rock to, stirrin up pots of brew
in hell's kitchen, I chef the
To hot plates all across the unified states
Sit and sup with top rap reps
We the that's watchin boy move diligent
You better walk like a nigga on the tight do
Infamous first infantry, division fourth mission
First assignment -- give em that shit they missin
My new edition's way
Those that listen, get to my diction
rhymes I write prescriptions, for your diseased
generic rap's just not like P's
One-thousand CC's on the throttle
I peel off chest on Katanas
Spaghetti head niggaz is full bred
Fully blown tone, I rock skeleton bone shirts
and verses, but thirst for worse
So I can put, more out on the street
Get respect and love, all across the
We've been adored, for keepin it raw, less or more
I score for sure
while the rest of niggaz just nil
(To the real..)

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 bump
Drugs to eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD it's never enough
It's the real shit, shit to 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
Have a nigga OD cause it's enough
(the real... [echoes])