Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm (The Four Performance)

In broad get right..
Just been it all man
Blood and tears
is dead and shit [music fades in]
What the else can happen yo?
I don't think much son, word to mother yo
We seen it all, and been through it all yo
Let y'all know right now
to mother, for real, for real
That shit is the
I'm not lyin..

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

Cause 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]) to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD cause it's enough
It's the real shit, shit to make em shit (the real)
Lump em in the shit, have you wildin out when you bump this
(hip-hop [echoes]) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw
Have a nigga OD cause it's never
Yo the P rock forty inch cables, drinkin label
My chain hang down to my dick, my bang glass tables
Diamonds and before the fame Duke
A like me hold tecs, are you the same 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 I was seven (yup)
I used to shots crazy
I couldn't even look because the loud sound to scare me (POW!)
I love my for that, I love my nigga D-Black
I'll take the of anybody tryin to change what's left
And through all of a nigga ain't scared of death
All y'all brand new niggaz just to death
I spent too many night sniffin coke, gettin
wastin my life, now I'm to make things right
open some gates, invest, in Iraq business
Do things for the kids (the Dunns)
Build a jungle gym behind the crib, so they can enjoy
and VCR's
ATV's and big screen TV's, nigga
Don't make me to risk my freedom
We worked our whole for this, you get your shit beat in
For real.. (yo)

Cause it's the shit, shit to make em feel shit (hip-hop [echoes])
Lump em in the club shit, have you out when you bump this
to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD cause it's never
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 hell's kitchen, I the impossible
To serve hot plates all across the states
Sit down and sup with top rap
We the that's watchin boy move diligent
You walk like a nigga on the tight rope do
Infamous first infantry, first division mission
First assignment -- give em that shit they been
My new edition's way
that listen, get addicted to my diction
Fuck I write prescriptions, for your diseased
generic rap's just not like P's
One-thousand one-hundred CC's on the
I peel off chest on Katanas
Spaghetti head Mobb is full bred
Fully blown melanin tone, I skeleton bone shirts
and verses, but for worse 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 for sure
while the rest of y'all niggaz nil
(To the real..)

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