Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm (The Four Performance)

In daylight get right..
Just through it all man
Blood and tears
Niggaz is dead and [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 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" who fight rhyme
P yeah you heard of him but, I ain't with them
I pop more guns than you holdin them
Make my route while the sun's out and scold 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 your blood stop flowin
Take action, to any ass if he askin (yeah aight)
Now come the mack 10
You'se a dick blower, tryin to speak the language
What the drilly with 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 night thrower
Rusty shank holder, we live shit

Cause it's the real 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
a nigga OD cause it's never enough
It's the 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]) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw
Have a OD cause it's never enough
Yo the P forty inch cables, drinkin white label
My chain hang down to my dick, my piece bang tables
Diamonds and guns before the fame
A nigga like me hold tecs, are you the too?
through the emotions, of gun holdin
Long down my pants leg limpin
Killer bee who still livin, even my too
He me how to shoot when I was seven (yup)
I used to bust crazy
I couldn't look because the loud sound used to scare me (POW!)
I love my for that, I love my nigga D-Black
take the life of anybody tryin to change what's left
And through all of a nigga ain't scared of death
All y'all brand new niggaz just scared to
I spent too many night sniffin coke, right
my life, now I'm tryin to make things right
Grand open some gates, invest, in business
Do things for the (the little Dunns)
Build a jungle gym behind the crib, so they can youth
CBR's and
ATV's and big screen TV's, nigga
make me have to risk my freedom
We worked our life for this, you get your shit beat in
For real.. (yo)

Cause it's the real shit, shit to make em feel (hip-hop [echoes])
Lump em in the shit, have you wildin out when you bump this
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw
Have a nigga OD cause it's enough
It go one, two, to the fourth
nigga P-Double got that shit
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 with top rap
We the streets that's boy move diligent
You better like a nigga on the tight rope do
Infamous first infantry, first fourth mission
First assignment -- give em that they been missin
My new edition's way
Those that listen, get to my diction
Fuck rhymes I write prescriptions, for diseased
generic rap's just not like P's
One-thousand one-hundred CC's on the
I peel off naked on Katanas
Spaghetti Mobb niggaz is full bred
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
been adored, for keepin it raw, nuttin less or more
I everytime for sure
while the of y'all niggaz just nil
(To the real..)

Cause it's the real shit, shit to make em 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
It's the shit, shit to make em feel 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 nigga OD cause it's enough
(the real... [echoes])