Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm [Album Version]

In broad get right.
Just through it all man
Blood sweat and
Niggaz is and shit {*music fades in*}
What the else can happen yo?
I don't think much 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 shit is the
I'm not lyin.

I put my in between the paper's lines
I'm the "Quiet Storm" nigga who fight
P yeah you heard of him but, I ain't concerned them
I pop more guns than you holdin them
Make my route while the out and scold your men
Unload ten, in daylight, get right
Fuck life - hop on my ninety-eight dirt bike
You try to stop mines from growin, I'll make your blood stop
Take affirmative action, to any ass if he (yeah aight)
Now here the mack 10
You'se a dick blower, tryin to speak the language
What the drilly with that though? It ain't
You hooked on Infamous-bonics
to the Pop Dog like you got it
You ain't no wildin out for the night thrower
shank holder, we live this shit

Cause the real shit, shit to make 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 it's never enough
It's the real shit, shit to em feel shit (the real)
Lump em in the club shit, you wildin out when you bump this
(hip-hop *echoes*) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw
Have a nigga OD cause it's enough

Yo the P forty inch cables, drinkin white label
My chain hang down to my dick, my bang glass tables
Diamonds and guns before the fame
A nigga like me hold tecs, are you the too?
through the emotions, of gun holdin
Long shotguns down my leg limpin
Killer bee who still livin, my pops too
He taught me how to shoot when I was (yup)
I used to shots crazy
I couldn't even look because the loud sound used to scare me I love my for that, I love my nigga D-Black
I'll take the life of anybody tryin to change what's
And through all of that a nigga ain't of death
All y'all new niggaz just scared to death
I too many night sniffin coke, gettin right
my life, now I'm tryin to make things right
Grand open 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 screen TV's, nigga
Don't make me have to my freedom
We our whole life for this, you get your shit beat in
For real. (yo)

Cause the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (hip-hop *echoes*)
Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw
Have a nigga OD it's never enough

It go one, two, three to the
That nigga P-Double got that
for y'alls peoples to rock to, stirrin up of brew
in hell's kitchen, I chef the
To serve hot all across the unified states
Sit and sup with top rap reps
We the streets that's boy move diligent
You walk like a nigga on the tight rope do
Infamous first infantry, first division fourth
First assignment -- give em shit they been missin
My new edition's way
Those that listen, get addicted to my
rhymes I write prescriptions, for your diseased
generic rap's just not like P's
one-hundred CC's on the throttle
I peel off chest on Katanas
Spaghetti head Mobb 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 less or
I everytime for sure
the rest of y'all niggaz just nil
(To the real.)

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 it's enough
It's the real shit, to make em feel shit (the real)
Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump
(hip-hop *echoes*) to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD cause it's never
(the real... *echoes*)