Luyện nghe bài hát quiet storm remix

In daylight get right
Just through it all man
Blood and tears, niggaz is dead and shit
What the fuck else can yo?
I dont think much more son, word to yo
We done seen it all, and through it all yo
Let y'all niggaz know now
Word to mother, for real, for
That shit is the
I'm not

I put my lifetime in between the paper's
I'm the "Quiet Storm" nigga who rhyme
P yeah you of him but, I ain't concerned with them
Nigga I pop more guns you holdin' them
Make my route while the out and scold your men
Unload ten, in daylight, get right
your life hop on my ninety-eight dirt bike
You try to stop mines from growin', make your blood stop flowin'
affirmative action, to any ass if he askin'
Now here the Mack 10

You use a dick blower, tryin' to speak the Dunn
What the drilly that though? It ain't bangin'
You hooked on Mobb-phonics
Lyin' to the Pop Dog you got it
You no wildin' out for the night fist thrower
Rusty shank holder, we live shit

it's the real shit, shit to make 'em feel shit
Lump 'em in the shit, have you wildin' out when you bump this
Drugs to eardrum, the raw uncut
a nigga OD 'cause it's never enough
It's the real shit, shit to make 'em feel
Lump 'em in the club shit, have you wildin' out when you this
to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a OD 'cause it's never enough

Yo the P rock forty inch cables, drinkin' Label
My chain hang down to my dick, my bang glass tables
Diamonds and guns the fame Duke
A nigga like me hold tecs, are you the too?
Goin' the emotions, of gun holdin'
Long shotguns my pants leg limpin'
Killer bee who still livin', even my too
He me how to shoot when I was seven

I used to shots crazy
I couldn't even because the loud sound used to scare me
I love my pops for that, I love my nigga
take the life of anybody tryin' to change what's left
And through all of that a ain't scared of death
All y'all new niggaz just scared to death
I too many night sniffin' coke, gettin' right

Wastin' my life, now I'm tryin' to make right
Grand some gates, invest, in Iraq business
Do for the kids, the little Dunns
Build a jungle gym behind the crib, so they can enjoy
CBR's and VCR's, and big screen TV's, nigga please
make me have to risk my freedom
We worked our whole for this, you get your shit beat in
For real, yo

it's the real shit, shit to make 'em feel shit
Lump 'em in the shit, have you wildin' out when you bump this
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw
Have a nigga OD 'cause it's enough

It go one, two, to the fourth
That P-Double got that shit
For peoples to rock to, stirrin' up pots of brew
In hell's kitchen, I the impossible
To serve hot plates all the unified states
Sit down and sup top rap reps

We the streets watchin' boy move diligent
You walk like a nigga on the tight rope Duke
Infamous first infantry, division fourth mission
First assignment give 'em that they been missin'
My new edition's way
Those that listen, get to my diction'
Fuck I write prescriptions, for you're diseased
Generic rap's not potent like P's

one-hundred CC's on the throttle
I peel off chest on Katanas
Spaghetti head Mobb niggaz is full
Fully blown melanin' tone, I skeleton bone shirts
And verses, but thirst for worse
So I can put, more product out on the
Get and love, all across the board
We've been adored, for keepin' it raw, nuttin' or more
I score everytime for
the rest of y'all niggaz just kneal to the real

'Cause it's the real shit, to make 'em feel shit
Lump 'em in the club shit, have you wildin' out when you bump
to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD 'cause it's enough
It's the real shit, shit to 'em feel shit
Lump 'em in the club shit, have you wildin' out when you bump
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw
Have a nigga OD 'cause it's enough
It's the real hip-hop,