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 been it all yo
Let y'all niggaz know now
Word to mother, for real, for
That shit is the
I'm not lyin..

I put my lifetime in the paper's lines
I'm the "Quiet Storm" nigga who rhyme
P yeah you of him but, I ain't concerned with them
Nigga I pop more guns than you them
Make my route 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 stop mines from growin, I'll your blood stop flowin
Take affirmative action, to any ass if he (yeah aight)
Now come the mack 10
a dick blower, tryin 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 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 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 shit, have you wildin out when you bump this
(hip-hop [echoes]) to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a OD cause it's never enough
Yo the P rock forty cables, drinkin white label
My chain hang 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
bee who still livin, even my pops too
He me how to shoot when I was seven (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 tryin to change what's left
And through all of that a nigga scared of death
All brand new niggaz just scared to death
I spent too many night sniffin coke, gettin
wastin my life, now I'm tryin to make things
Grand open some gates, invest, in Iraq
Do things for the (the little Dunns)
Build a jungle gym behind the crib, so they can youth
and VCR's
ATV's and big screen TV's, please
Don't make me have to my freedom
We our whole life for this, you get your shit beat in
For real.. (yo)

Cause the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (hip-hop [echoes])
Lump em in the shit, have you wildin out when you bump this
to your 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, up pots of brew
in kitchen, I chef the impossible
To serve hot all across the unified states
Sit down and sup top rap reps
We the streets that's watchin boy move
You better walk like a on the tight rope do
Infamous infantry, first division fourth mission
First assignment -- give em that shit they been
My new edition's way
Those that listen, get to my diction
Fuck rhymes I prescriptions, for your diseased
rap's just not potent like P's
One-thousand one-hundred on the throttle
I peel off naked on Katanas
head Mobb niggaz is full bred
Fully blown tone, I rock skeleton bone shirts
and verses, but thirst for worse
So I can put, more product out on the
Get respect and love, all across the
We've been adored, for keepin it raw, nuttin or more
I everytime for sure
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 wildin out when you this
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw
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]) to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD it's never enough
(the real... [echoes])