Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm

[Intro: DJ

*EVIL

DJ Clue. Storm. That boy Fabolous. Street Fam
Niggas wanna'
Y'all better get your bar together
I'm you right now
night freestyles
CLUMINATIIII!!

We seen it all, been thru it all
quiet

[Verse 1:
I put my lifetime in the papers line
Just a hustler out here to make a dime
Feel like when crackheads was beggin' me to the nine
Man these bum ass rappers to make a sign
That say rap for food, for real scrap you're screwed
I put the paws on you and lil' you dudes
My goons in the still clap when cued
Put the Hawk in your chest and you dudes
I'm still snapping dude, still run my and still lapping' dudes
In the studio in a still mood
On a beat from 99 that's still dude
See real rap I'm rude, disrespectful the flow
I met wifey she disrespect and you bro
Shorty mouth crazy on the low
She like to on it disrespectful little ho
On some real shit, you just a real bitch
Chillin' when in public, not some groupie'd out in the club
Type you don't hear from you get up
It was quiet for you till you started shit up
And ain't real bitch, you more like a bill bitch
Fridge ain't got no grub bitch but it's eat the booty it's Publix??
Run into these type NOTHING is up
Shorty lost her sponsor was cuffin' her up
I'm hot damn ho here we go again
Your cut you off broke scenario again
No more Felipe you eating cereal
No more you big as Terio again
Oh yea, quiet for you too
Wanna' small talk they ain't as big as you
Wanna' dirt cause the bitch is diggin' you
Don't let the songs on the last trigga' you
(YUUP! songz tone*) You ain't Trey, you poo nah nah
what you done started ooh nah nah
Got the nine milli's, my two nah nahs
Used to call them Nadia, bye bye to you
We ain't lacking got the thing out or we
We're I'm from daddy's bang out in front of their
My plan was to get the gang out and get millions
Now it's mansions but used to hang out up in buildings
boys in the lobby was rowdy yea
You gotta' Bobby and Rowdy yea
Now we out in Abu in Saudi air
Then they let me Bobby the Audi yea
(uh) on some Furious 7, rest in peace Walker I hope you hear this in heaven
I be preaching on these niggas you would swear it's a
Four sweep flows in a series of seven
Its the F to the A to the B O-L-O-U-S you just get mo' rellos'
I'm Frank Costello yea but more
Yea I'm in a house with more than a hotello
I used to sit and watch moves, no Melo
Now I get to make king moves on petals
Shorty stand still didn't no jell-o
Then she slow it down like when the lights go
On real shit
I just some real shit
Not none of this shit
Sound Barkley with that Chuck shit
Fuck all of that weird I'm tired of that
If it ain't OG then it's quiet for that
the real...

[Outro: DJ
DJ Clue..Dessert Storm...That boy
Shoutout to Brooklyn what's up? Queens good?!
NYC
Slide what's
Y'all ain't