Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm (The Four Performance)

In daylight get right..
been through it all man
Blood sweat and
Niggaz is and shit [music fades in]
the fuck else can happen yo?
I think much more son, word to mother yo
We done seen it all, and 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 heard of him but, I ain't concerned with
I pop more guns than you holdin them
Make my route while the out and scold your men
ten, in broad daylight, get right
Fuck your life - hop on my ninety-eight dirt
You try to stop mines from growin, I'll make blood stop flowin
affirmative action, to any ass if he askin (yeah aight)
Now come the mack 10
You'se a blower, tryin to speak the Dunn language
What the drilly that though? It ain't bangin
You hooked on Mobb-phonics
to the Pop Dog like you got it
You ain't no wildin out for the night fist
Rusty shank holder, we this shit

Cause it's the real shit, shit to make em feel (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 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 it's never enough
Yo the P rock forty cables, drinkin white label
My chain hang down to my dick, my bang glass tables
Diamonds and guns before the fame
A like me hold tecs, are you the same too?
Goin the emotions, of gun holdin
Long shotguns down my leg limpin
Killer bee who still livin, even my too
He taught me how to shoot when I was (yup)
I used to bust shots
I even 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 anybody tryin to what's left
And all of that a nigga ain't scared of death
All y'all brand new niggaz scared to death
I spent too many sniffin coke, gettin 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)
a jungle gym behind the crib, so they can enjoy youth
CBR's and
ATV's and big screen TV's, please
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 shit, shit to make 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 never enough
It go one, two, three to the
That nigga P-Double got 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 down and sup top rap reps
We the streets that's boy move diligent
You better like a nigga on the tight rope do
Infamous first infantry, first division mission
First -- give em that shit they been missin
My new way bitchin
that listen, get addicted to my diction
Fuck rhymes I write prescriptions, for your
generic rap's just not potent P's
One-thousand one-hundred CC's on the
I peel off chest naked on
Spaghetti Mobb niggaz is full bred
Fully melanin tone, I rock skeleton bone shirts
and verses, but for worse 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 everytime for sure
while the rest of niggaz just nil
(To the real..)

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
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 club shit, have you out when you bump this
(hip-hop [echoes]) Drugs to eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD cause it's enough
(the real... [echoes])