Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm (The Four Performance)

In daylight get right..
Just through it all man
Blood sweat and
Niggaz is and shit [music fades in]
the fuck else can happen yo?
I don't think more son, word 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
shit 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 concerned with them
Nigga I pop more guns you holdin them
Make my route while the sun's out and your men
ten, in broad daylight, get right
Fuck your life - hop on my ninety-eight bike
You try to stop mines from growin, I'll make your blood flowin
Take affirmative action, to any ass if he (yeah aight)
Now come the mack 10
You'se a dick blower, tryin to speak the 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 wildin out for the fist thrower
Rusty holder, we live this shit

Cause the real shit, shit to make 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
a nigga OD cause it's never enough
It's the real shit, shit to make em feel (the real)
em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this
(hip-hop [echoes]) to your eardrum, the raw uncut
a nigga OD cause it's never enough
Yo the P rock inch cables, drinkin white label
My hang down to my dick, my piece bang glass tables
Diamonds and guns before the fame
A nigga me hold tecs, are you the same too?
Goin through the emotions, of gun
Long shotguns down my 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 even look because the loud sound used to scare 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 scared of death
All y'all brand new just scared to death
I spent too many night sniffin coke, right
wastin my life, now I'm tryin to make right
open some gates, invest, in Iraq business
Do things for the (the little Dunns)
Build a jungle gym the crib, so they can enjoy youth
and VCR's
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 shit 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 when you bump
to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD cause it's enough
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 kitchen, I chef the impossible
To serve hot plates all across the states
Sit down and sup top rap reps
We the streets that's watchin boy diligent
You better walk like a on the tight rope do
first infantry, first division fourth mission
First assignment -- give em that they been missin
My new edition's way
Those that listen, get addicted to my
Fuck I write prescriptions, for your diseased
generic rap's just not potent P's
one-hundred CC's on the throttle
I peel off naked on Katanas
Spaghetti Mobb niggaz is full bred
Fully blown melanin tone, I rock skeleton shirts
and verses, but thirst for worse
So I can put, more out on the street
Get respect and love, all across the
We've been adored, for it raw, nuttin less or more
I everytime for sure
the rest of y'all niggaz just nil
(To the real..)

Cause it's the real shit, to make em feel 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 OD cause it's never enough
It's the shit, shit to make em feel shit (the real)
Lump em in the club shit, you wildin out when you bump this
(hip-hop [echoes]) to your eardrum, the raw uncut
a nigga OD cause it's never enough
(the real... [echoes])