Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm (The Four Performance)

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

I put my lifetime in the paper's lines
I'm the "Quiet Storm" nigga who fight
P yeah you of him but, I ain't concerned with them
Nigga I pop more guns than you them
Make my route while the out and scold your men
ten, in broad daylight, get right
Fuck your - hop on my ninety-eight 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 dick blower, 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 out for the night fist thrower
Rusty shank holder, we live this

Cause 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 your eardrum, the raw
Have a nigga OD cause it's enough
It's the real shit, shit to make em shit (the real)
Lump em in the shit, have you wildin out when you bump this
(hip-hop [echoes]) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw
Have a nigga OD cause it's enough
Yo the P rock forty inch cables, white label
My chain hang down to my dick, my piece bang tables
and guns before the fame Duke
A like me hold tecs, are you the same too?
Goin through the emotions, of gun
Long down my pants leg limpin
Killer bee who livin, even my pops too
He taught me how to shoot I was seven (yup)
I used to bust shots
I couldn't even look the loud sound used to scare me (POW!)
I love my pops for that, I my nigga D-Black
I'll take the life of tryin to change what's left
And through all of that a nigga ain't of death
All y'all new niggaz just scared to death
I spent too many night sniffin coke, gettin
my life, now I'm tryin to make things right
Grand open some gates, invest, in business
Do things for the (the little 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 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 real shit, shit to make em shit (hip-hop [echoes])
Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump
Drugs to eardrum, the raw uncut
a nigga OD cause it's never enough
It go one, two, three to the
That P-Double got that shit
for y'alls peoples to to, stirrin up pots of brew
in kitchen, I chef 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 better walk like a nigga on the rope do
Infamous first infantry, first division fourth
First -- give em that shit they been missin
My new way bitchin
that listen, get addicted to my diction
Fuck rhymes I write prescriptions, for diseased
generic just not potent like P's
one-hundred CC's on the throttle
I off chest naked 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 out on the street
Get and love, all across the board
We've been adored, for keepin it raw, 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 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, shit to make em 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
Have a nigga OD cause it's enough
(the real... [echoes])