Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm (The Four Performance)

In daylight get right..
Just through it all man
Blood and tears
Niggaz is and shit [music fades in]
the fuck else can happen yo?
I think much more son, word to mother yo
We seen it all, and been through it all yo
Let y'all niggaz 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 concerned them
Nigga I pop more guns you holdin them
Make my route while the sun's out and scold men
Unload ten, in broad daylight, get
Fuck your life - hop on my ninety-eight dirt
You try to stop mines from growin, I'll make your stop flowin
Take affirmative action, to any ass if he (yeah aight)
Now here come the 10
You'se a blower, tryin to speak the Dunn language
the drilly with that though? It ain't bangin
You on Mobb-phonics Infamous-bonics
Lyin to the Pop Dog you got it
You ain't no wildin out for the fist thrower
shank holder, we live this shit

Cause it's the real shit, shit to make em shit (the real)
Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out you bump this
(hip-hop [echoes]) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw
a nigga OD cause it's never enough
It's the real shit, shit to make em shit (the real)
Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you 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 piece bang tables
Diamonds and guns before the Duke
A nigga like me tecs, are you the same too?
Goin the emotions, of gun holdin
Long shotguns down my pants leg
Killer bee who still livin, even my too
He taught me how to when I was seven (yup)
I used to bust shots
I couldn't even look because the loud sound used to me (POW!)
I my pops for that, I love my nigga D-Black
take the life of anybody tryin to change what's left
And through all of that a nigga ain't scared of
All y'all new niggaz just scared to death
I spent too many sniffin coke, gettin right
wastin my life, now I'm tryin to make right
Grand open gates, invest, in Iraq business
Do things for the kids (the Dunns)
Build a jungle gym the crib, so they can enjoy youth
and VCR's
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, to make em feel shit (hip-hop [echoes])
Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump
Drugs to eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD it's never enough
It go one, two, to the fourth
nigga P-Double got that shit
for peoples to rock to, stirrin up pots of brew
in hell's kitchen, I the impossible
To serve hot all across the unified states
Sit and sup with top rap reps
We the streets that's watchin boy diligent
You better walk a nigga on the tight rope do
Infamous first infantry, first division mission
assignment -- give em that shit they been missin
My new edition's way
that listen, get addicted to my diction
Fuck rhymes I prescriptions, for your diseased
rap's just not potent like P's
One-thousand CC's on the throttle
I off chest naked on Katanas
Spaghetti head Mobb niggaz is full
blown melanin tone, I rock skeleton bone shirts
and verses, but for worse beats
So I can put, more out on the street
Get and love, all across the board
We've been adored, for keepin it raw, less or more
I score everytime for
the rest of y'all niggaz just nil
(To the real..)

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