Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm (The Four Performance)

In broad get right..
Just been it all man
Blood and tears
Niggaz is dead and shit fades in]
What the fuck can happen yo?
I don't think much more son, 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
That shit is the
I'm not lyin..

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

Cause it's the shit, shit to make em feel 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 nigga OD cause never enough
It's the real shit, to make em feel shit (the real)
Lump em in the club shit, you wildin out when you bump this
(hip-hop [echoes]) Drugs to eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD cause it's enough
Yo the P rock inch cables, drinkin white label
My chain hang down to my dick, my piece bang glass
Diamonds and before the fame Duke
A nigga like me hold tecs, are you the too?
through the emotions, of gun holdin
Long shotguns my pants leg limpin
bee who still livin, even my pops too
He taught me how to shoot I was seven (yup)
I used to shots crazy
I even look because the loud sound used to scare me (POW!)
I love my pops for that, I love my nigga
I'll take the life of anybody tryin to change what's
And all of that a nigga ain't 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 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 enjoy
CBR's and
ATV's and big screen TV's, nigga
Don't make me to risk my freedom
We worked our whole for this, you get your shit beat in
For real.. (yo)

Cause it's the shit, shit to make em feel shit (hip-hop [echoes])
em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw
Have a nigga OD it's never enough
It go one, two, three to the
That nigga got that shit
for peoples to rock to, stirrin up pots of brew
in kitchen, I chef the impossible
To serve hot 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 tight do
first infantry, first division fourth mission
First -- give em that shit they been missin
My new edition's way
that listen, get addicted to my diction
Fuck rhymes I write prescriptions, for your
rap's just not potent like P's
One-thousand CC's on the throttle
I peel off chest on Katanas
Spaghetti head 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 keepin it raw, nuttin less or
I everytime for sure
while the of y'all niggaz just nil
(To the real..)

Cause the real 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
a nigga OD cause it's never enough
It's the shit, shit to make em feel 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
a nigga OD cause it's never enough
(the real... [echoes])