Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm (The Four Performance)

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

I put my lifetime in between the paper's
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 sun's out and scold men
Unload ten, in broad daylight, get
Fuck your life - hop on my ninety-eight dirt
You try to stop 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, tryin to the Dunn language
What the drilly with that though? It ain't
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 the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (the real)
Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out you bump this
(hip-hop [echoes]) Drugs to eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a OD cause it's never enough
It's the real shit, shit to make em shit (the real)
em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this
(hip-hop [echoes]) Drugs to eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD it's never enough
Yo the P rock forty inch cables, drinkin label
My chain hang to my dick, my piece bang glass tables
and guns before the fame Duke
A nigga like me tecs, are you the same too?
Goin the emotions, of gun holdin
Long shotguns 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 because the loud used to scare me (POW!)
I my pops for that, I love my nigga D-Black
I'll take the life of tryin to change what's left
And through all of that a ain't scared of death
All y'all brand new 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 jungle gym behind the crib, so can enjoy youth
CBR's and
ATV's and big screen TV's, nigga
make me have to risk my freedom
We our whole life for this, you get your 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 out when you bump this
Drugs to eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a OD cause it's never enough
It go one, two, to the fourth
nigga P-Double got that shit
for y'alls peoples to rock to, up pots of brew
in hell's kitchen, I chef the
To serve hot all across the unified states
Sit and sup with top rap reps
We the streets that's watchin boy diligent
You walk like a nigga on the tight rope do
first infantry, first division fourth mission
First assignment -- give em that shit they missin
My new edition's way
Those that listen, get to my diction
Fuck rhymes I prescriptions, for your diseased
generic just not potent like P's
One-thousand one-hundred on the throttle
I peel off chest naked on
Spaghetti head Mobb niggaz is full
Fully blown tone, I rock skeleton bone shirts
and verses, but for worse beats
So I can put, more out on the street
Get respect and love, all across the
We've been adored, for keepin it raw, nuttin or more
I everytime 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])
em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this
Drugs to eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a OD cause it's never enough
the real shit, shit to make em feel 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 OD cause it's never enough
(the real... [echoes])