Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm (The Four Performance)

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

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

Cause 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 eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a OD cause it's never enough
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 eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD cause never enough
Yo the P forty inch cables, drinkin white label
My chain hang down to my dick, my piece glass tables
and guns before the fame Duke
A nigga like me hold tecs, are you the same
through the emotions, of gun holdin
Long down my pants leg limpin
Killer bee who livin, even my pops too
He taught me how to shoot when I was (yup)
I used to bust crazy
I even look because the loud sound used to scare me (POW!)
I love my pops for that, I love my D-Black
take the life of anybody tryin to change what's left
And through all of that a ain't scared of death
All y'all new niggaz just scared to death
I spent too many night sniffin coke, gettin
wastin my life, now I'm tryin to things right
open some gates, invest, in Iraq 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 TV's, nigga please
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])
em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this
Drugs to eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD cause it's never
It go one, two, to the fourth
That nigga P-Double got that
for y'alls peoples to rock to, stirrin up pots of
in hell's kitchen, I chef the
To serve hot all across the unified states
Sit down and sup with top rap
We the streets that's watchin boy diligent
You better walk like a nigga on the tight do
Infamous infantry, first division fourth mission
First assignment -- give em shit they been missin
My new way bitchin
Those that listen, get to my diction
Fuck rhymes I write prescriptions, for your
rap's just not potent like P's
One-thousand one-hundred CC's on the
I off chest naked on Katanas
Spaghetti head niggaz is full bred
Fully blown melanin tone, I rock skeleton shirts
and verses, but for worse beats
So I can put, more out on the street
Get respect and love, all the board
We've been adored, for keepin it raw, less or more
I score everytime for
while the rest of y'all niggaz 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 out when you bump this
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw
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 when you this
(hip-hop [echoes]) to your eardrum, the raw uncut
a nigga OD cause it's never enough
(the real... [echoes])