Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm (The Four Performance)

In broad get right..
been through it all man
Blood and tears
Niggaz is and shit [music fades in]
What the else can happen yo?
I don't much 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 between the lines
I'm the "Quiet Storm" nigga who rhyme
P yeah you heard of him but, I concerned with them
Nigga I pop more guns than you them
Make my route while the 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 blood stop
affirmative action, to any ass if he askin (yeah aight)
Now here the mack 10
You'se a dick blower, to speak the Dunn language
What the drilly with though? It ain't bangin
You hooked on Infamous-bonics
Lyin to the Pop Dog you got it
You ain't no wildin out for the night thrower
Rusty shank holder, we this shit

Cause it's the real shit, shit to 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 never enough
It's the real shit, shit to em feel shit (the real)
Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you this
(hip-hop [echoes]) to your eardrum, the raw uncut
a nigga OD cause it's never enough
Yo the P rock inch cables, drinkin white label
My chain hang down to my dick, my bang glass tables
Diamonds and guns before the Duke
A nigga like me tecs, are you the same too?
Goin through the emotions, of gun
Long shotguns down my leg limpin
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 sound used to scare me (POW!)
I love my for that, I love my nigga D-Black
I'll the life of anybody tryin to change what's left
And through all of that a nigga ain't of death
All y'all new niggaz just scared to death
I spent too many night sniffin coke, gettin
wastin my life, now I'm tryin to things right
open some gates, invest, in Iraq business
Do for the kids (the little Dunns)
Build a gym behind 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 life 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 eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD cause never enough
It go one, two, to the fourth
That nigga P-Double got shit
for peoples to rock to, stirrin up pots of brew
in hell's kitchen, I the impossible
To hot plates all across the unified states
Sit down and sup with top rap
We the streets that's watchin boy move
You better walk like a nigga on the tight do
Infamous first infantry, first fourth mission
First assignment -- give em that shit been missin
My new edition's way
Those 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 Mobb niggaz is bred
Fully blown 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
been adored, for keepin it raw, nuttin less or more
I everytime for sure
while the rest of y'all niggaz 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 out when you bump this
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw
Have a nigga OD it's never enough
It's the shit, shit to make em feel shit (the real)
Lump em in the club shit, you wildin out when you bump this
(hip-hop [echoes]) to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD cause never enough
(the real... [echoes])