Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm (The Four Performance)

In daylight get right..
Just been it all man
sweat and tears
Niggaz is dead and [music fades in]
the fuck else can happen yo?
I don't think much more son, word to yo
We seen it all, and been through it all yo
Let y'all niggaz right now
Word to mother, for real, for
That is the truth
I'm not lyin..

I put my lifetime in between the paper's
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 you holdin them
Make my route while the out and scold your men
Unload ten, in daylight, get right
Fuck your life - hop on my ninety-eight bike
You try to stop mines growin, I'll make 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 Dunn
What the drilly with that though? It ain't
You hooked on Infamous-bonics
Lyin to the Pop Dog you got it
You ain't no wildin out for the night fist
Rusty holder, we live this shit

Cause 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]) 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 wildin out you bump this
(hip-hop [echoes]) to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD cause never enough
Yo the P forty inch cables, drinkin white label
My hang down to my dick, my piece bang glass tables
Diamonds and guns 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
Killer bee who livin, even my pops too
He taught me how to shoot 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
I'll take the life of tryin to change what's left
And through all of that a nigga scared of death
All y'all new niggaz just scared to death
I spent too night sniffin coke, gettin right
my life, now I'm tryin to make things right
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
CBR's and
and big screen TV's, nigga please
Don't make me have to my freedom
We worked our whole life for this, you get your beat in
For real.. (yo)

Cause it's the real shit, shit to make em 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 P-Double got that shit
for y'alls peoples to rock to, stirrin up 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 nigga on the tight do
Infamous first infantry, division fourth mission
First assignment -- give em that shit been missin
My new way bitchin
Those that listen, get addicted to my
Fuck rhymes I write prescriptions, for your
generic just not potent like P's
One-thousand one-hundred CC's on the
I peel off chest naked on
Spaghetti Mobb niggaz is full bred
blown melanin tone, I rock skeleton bone shirts
and verses, but thirst for beats
So I can put, more out on the street
Get respect and love, all the board
We've been adored, for keepin it raw, nuttin or more
I score everytime for
while the rest of y'all just nil
(To the real..)

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