Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm

[Intro:
been through it all man
Blood and tears
is dead and shit
What the fuck can happen yo
I don't think more son, word to mother yo
We done seen it all, and through it all yo
Let niggas know right now
to mother, for real, for real
That shit is the
I'm not

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

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

2: Prodigy]
Yo the P rock inch cables, drinking white label
My chain hang down to my dick, my bang glass tables
Diamonds and guns before the fame,
A nigga like me hold
Are you the too
Going the emotions of gun holding
Long down my pants leg limping
Killa B you still living, my pops too
He taught me how to shoot when I was
I used to bust crazy
I couldn't look because the loud sound used to scare me
I love my pops for
I love my D-Black
take the life of anybody trying to change what's left
And through all of a nigga ain't scared of death
All y'all brand new just scared to death
I spent too many nights sniffing getting right
my life now I'm trying to make things right
Grand open gates, invest in the rag business
Do for the kids, the little Dunns
Build a jungle gym behind the crib, so can enjoy youth
and VCR's
ATV's and big screen nigga please
Don't make me have to my freedom
We worked our life for this, you get your shit beat in

[Verse 3:
It go one, two, to the fourth
nigga P-Double got that shit 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 with the top rap
We the streets watching boy, move diligent
You better like a nigga on a tightrope do
Infamous first infantry, division fourth mission
First assignment, give em that shit they missing
My new edition's way
Those that listen, get to my diction
Fuck rhymes I write prescriptions, for disease
Generic just not potent like P's
One-thousand CC's on the throttle
I peel off, chest naked on
Spaghetti head Mobb niggas is bred
Fully blown melanin tone, I skeleton bone shirts
And verses, but for worse beats
So I can put product out on the street
Get respect and love, all the board
We've been for keeping it raw, nothing less or more
I every time for sure
While the of y'all niggas just nil