Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm (The Four Performance)

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

I put my lifetime in the paper's lines
I'm the "Quiet Storm" nigga who fight
P yeah you heard of him but, I ain't with them
Nigga I pop more guns than you them
Make my route the sun's out and scold your men
Unload ten, in broad daylight, get
Fuck your life - hop on my ninety-eight bike
You try to mines from growin, I'll make your blood stop flowin
Take affirmative action, to any ass if he (yeah aight)
Now here come the 10
a dick blower, tryin to speak the Dunn language
What the drilly with that It ain't bangin
You hooked on Infamous-bonics
Lyin to the Pop Dog you got it
You no wildin out for the night fist thrower
Rusty shank holder, we this shit

Cause it's the real shit, shit to em feel shit (the real)
Lump em in the shit, have you wildin out when you bump this
(hip-hop [echoes]) Drugs to eardrum, the raw uncut
a nigga OD cause it's never enough
It's the real shit, shit to make em feel (the real)
Lump em in the club shit, have you out when you bump this
(hip-hop [echoes]) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw
Have a OD cause it's never enough
Yo the P rock inch cables, drinkin white label
My chain hang down to my dick, my bang glass tables
Diamonds and guns before the fame
A nigga me hold tecs, are you the same too?
Goin the emotions, of gun holdin
Long down my pants leg limpin
bee who still livin, even my pops too
He taught me how to shoot when I was (yup)
I used to bust shots
I couldn't look because 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 anybody tryin to what's left
And through all of that a nigga ain't scared of
All y'all brand new niggaz just to death
I spent too many night coke, gettin right
wastin my life, now I'm tryin to make things
Grand some gates, invest, in Iraq business
Do things for the kids (the Dunns)
Build a jungle gym behind the crib, so they can youth
CBR's and
ATV's and big screen TV's, nigga
Don't make me have to risk my
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 feel (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 it's never enough
It go one, two, to the fourth
That nigga P-Double got that
for y'alls peoples to to, stirrin up pots of brew
in hell's kitchen, I chef the
To serve hot plates all the unified 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
Infamous first infantry, first division fourth
assignment -- give em that shit they been missin
My new way bitchin
Those that listen, get addicted to my
Fuck I write prescriptions, for your diseased
generic rap's not potent like P's
one-hundred CC's on the throttle
I peel off chest naked on
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 been adored, for it raw, nuttin less 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 shit (hip-hop [echoes])
Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you this
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw
Have a nigga OD cause it's never
It's the real shit, to make em feel shit (the real)
em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this
(hip-hop [echoes]) to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD cause never enough
(the real... [echoes])