Luyện nghe bài hát quiet storm remix

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

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

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

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

Yo the P rock forty inch cables, White Label
My chain hang down to my dick, my piece bang glass
and guns before the fame Duke
A nigga like me hold tecs, are you the too?
Goin' through the emotions, of gun
Long shotguns my pants leg limpin'
Killer bee who still livin', 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 my pops for that, I love my nigga D-Black
I'll take the life of anybody tryin' to change left
And through all of that a nigga ain't scared of
All brand new niggaz just scared to death
I too many night sniffin' coke, gettin' right

Wastin' my life, now I'm tryin' to things right
open 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, ATV's and big TV's, nigga please
make me have to risk my freedom
We worked our whole life for this, you get shit beat in
For real, yo

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

It go one, two, to the fourth
nigga 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 across the states
Sit down and sup with top rap

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

One-thousand CC's on the throttle
I peel off naked on Katanas
Spaghetti Mobb niggaz is full bred
Fully blown melanin' tone, I rock skeleton bone
And verses, but thirst for beats
So I can put, more out on the street
Get and love, all across the board
We've been adored, for keepin' it raw, less or more
I score everytime for
While the rest of y'all niggaz just to the real

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