Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm [Album Version]

In daylight get right.
Just through it all man
Blood sweat and
Niggaz is and shit {*music fades in*}
What the fuck can happen yo?
I think much more son, word to mother yo
We done it all, and been through it all yo
Let y'all niggaz know now
to mother, for real, for real
That shit is the
I'm not lyin.

I put my lifetime in the paper's lines
I'm the "Quiet Storm" nigga who fight
P you heard of him but, I ain't concerned with them
Nigga I pop guns than you holdin them
my route while the sun's out and scold your men
Unload ten, in daylight, get right
Fuck your - hop on my ninety-eight dirt bike
You try to stop mines from growin, make your blood stop flowin
Take affirmative action, to any ass if he (yeah aight)
Now here come the 10
You'se a dick blower, tryin to speak the language
What the drilly with that though? It bangin
You hooked on Mobb-phonics
Lyin to the Pop Dog 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 shit (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 never enough
It's the real shit, shit to em feel shit (the real)
Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out you bump this
(hip-hop *echoes*) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw
Have a nigga OD cause never enough

Yo the P rock inch cables, drinkin white label
My chain hang down to my dick, my piece bang tables
and guns before the fame Duke
A nigga like me hold tecs, are you the same
Goin the emotions, of gun holdin
Long shotguns down my leg limpin
Killer bee who livin, even my pops too
He me how to shoot when I was seven (yup)
I to bust shots crazy
I couldn't even look the loud sound used to scare me I love my pops for that, I love my nigga D-Black
I'll take the life of anybody to change what's left
And through all of that a nigga ain't scared of
All y'all new niggaz just scared to death
I spent too many night coke, gettin right
wastin my life, now I'm to make things right
Grand open some gates, invest, in business
Do for the kids (the little Dunns)
Build a gym behind the crib, so they can enjoy youth
CBR's and
and big screen TV's, nigga please
Don't make me have to risk my
We our whole life for this, you get your shit beat in
For real. (yo)

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

It go one, two, three to the
nigga P-Double got that shit
for y'alls peoples to rock to, stirrin up pots of
in kitchen, I chef the impossible
To serve hot plates all across the states
Sit down and sup top rap reps
We the that's watchin boy move diligent
You better walk a nigga on the tight rope do
Infamous first infantry, first fourth mission
First assignment -- give em that shit they missin
My new edition's way
that listen, get addicted to my diction
Fuck rhymes I write prescriptions, for your
rap's just not potent like P's
One-thousand CC's on the throttle
I peel off naked on Katanas
Spaghetti head niggaz is full bred
Fully blown tone, I rock skeleton bone shirts
and verses, but for worse beats
So I can put, more product out on the
Get respect and love, all across the
We've been adored, for keepin it raw, nuttin less or
I score everytime for
while the rest of y'all just nil
(To the real.)

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