Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm (The Four Performance)

In daylight get right..
Just through it all man
Blood and tears
Niggaz is dead and shit fades in]
What the fuck can happen yo?
I don't think much more son, to mother yo
We done seen it all, and through it all yo
Let y'all niggaz right now
Word to mother, for real, for
That shit is the
I'm not lyin..

I put my in between the paper's lines
I'm the "Quiet Storm" nigga who rhyme
P yeah you heard of him but, I ain't 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
Fuck your life - hop on my dirt bike
You try to stop mines from growin, I'll make your blood stop
Take affirmative action, to any ass if he (yeah aight)
Now come the mack 10
You'se a blower, tryin to speak the Dunn language
What the with that though? It ain't bangin
You on Mobb-phonics Infamous-bonics
to the Pop Dog like you got it
You ain't no wildin out for the fist thrower
Rusty shank holder, we 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 when you this
(hip-hop [echoes]) Drugs to eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD cause it's enough
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
Yo the P rock forty cables, drinkin white label
My chain hang down to my dick, my piece glass tables
Diamonds and guns the fame Duke
A nigga like me tecs, are you the same too?
Goin through the emotions, of gun
Long shotguns down my pants leg
Killer bee who still livin, even my too
He taught me how to when I was seven (yup)
I used to shots crazy
I couldn't even look because the loud sound used to 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 that a nigga ain't scared of
All brand new niggaz just scared to death
I spent too many night coke, gettin right
wastin my life, now I'm tryin to make right
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
CBR's and
ATV's and big screen TV's, nigga
Don't make me have to my freedom
We worked our whole life for this, you get your beat in
For real.. (yo)

Cause it's the real 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 nigga got that shit
for y'alls peoples to rock to, up pots of brew
in hell's kitchen, I the impossible
To hot plates all across the unified states
Sit down and sup with top rap
We the that's watchin boy move diligent
You walk like a nigga on the tight rope do
first infantry, first division fourth mission
First assignment -- em that shit they been missin
My new way bitchin
Those listen, get addicted to my diction
Fuck rhymes I write prescriptions, for diseased
generic rap's just not potent P's
One-thousand CC's on the throttle
I peel off chest on Katanas
Spaghetti Mobb niggaz is full bred
Fully melanin tone, I rock skeleton bone shirts
and verses, but thirst for beats
So I can put, more product out on the
Get and love, all across the board
We've adored, for keepin it raw, nuttin less or more
I everytime for sure
while the rest of y'all just nil
(To the real..)

Cause it's the real shit, shit to make em 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 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 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])