Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm

[Intro:
Done through it all man
Blood sweat and
Niggas is dead and
the fuck else can happen yo
I don't think much more son, word to yo
We done seen it all, and through it all yo
Let y'all niggas know now
Word to mother, for real, for
shit is the truth
I'm not

[Verse 1:
I put my lifetime in between the lines
I'm the storm nigga who fight rhyme
P, yeah you of him but I ain't concerned with them
Nigga I pop guns than you holding them
Make my route while the out and scold your men
Unload ten in broad daylight, get
Fuck your life, hop on my ninety-eight bike
You try to stop mines from growing, make your blood stop flowing
Take affirmative to any ass if he asking
Now come the Mac 10
You's a blower
Trying to speak the language
What the drilly with that though, it banging
You on Mobb-phonics, Infamous-bonics
Lying to the Pop Dog you got it
You ain't no wilding out for the fist thrower
Rusty shank holder, we live shit

[Hook:
Cause it's the shit, shit to make em feel shit
Lump em in the shit, have you wilding out when you bump this
to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD cause never enough

[Verse 2:
Yo the P forty inch cables, drinking white label
My chain hang down to my dick, my piece bang tables
Diamonds and guns the fame, duke
A nigga me hold Tecs
Are you the too
Going through the emotions of gun
Long shotgun's down my pants leg
Killa B you still living, my pops too
He taught me how to shoot I was seven
I used to shots crazy
I couldn't even look because the loud sound used to me
I love my pops for
I love my nigga
I'll take the of anybody trying to change what's left
And through all of that a ain't scared of death
All y'all brand new niggas scared to death
I too many nights sniffing coke getting right
Wasting my life now I'm to make things right
Grand open some gates, invest in the rag
Do things for the kids, the little
Build a jungle gym the crib, so they can enjoy youth
and VCR's
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

[Verse 3:
It go one, two, three to the
That nigga P-Double got that for y'alls
Peoples to to, stirring up pots of brew
In hell's kitchen, I the impossible
To hot plates all across the unified states
Sit down and sup the top rap reps
We the streets that's watching boy, diligent
You better walk like a on a tightrope do
Infamous first infantry, first division fourth
First assignment, give em that shit been missing
My new way bitching
Those listen, get addicted to my diction
Fuck rhymes I write prescriptions, for disease
Generic rap's just not potent P's
One-thousand CC's on the throttle
I peel off, chest on Katanas
Spaghetti Mobb niggas is full bred
Fully blown melanin tone, I rock bone shirts
And verses, but thirst for beats
So I can put product out on the street
Get respect and love, all the board
We've been adored for keeping it raw, less or more
I score every time for
While the rest of y'all just nil