Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm (The Four Performance)

In broad get right..
Just through it all man
Blood and tears
Niggaz is dead and [music fades in]
What the fuck 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 in between the paper's 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 than you them
Make my while the sun's out and scold your men
Unload ten, in broad daylight, get
Fuck your life - hop on my ninety-eight dirt
You try to stop mines from growin, I'll your blood stop flowin
Take action, to any ass if he askin (yeah aight)
Now come the mack 10
You'se a dick blower, tryin to the Dunn language
the drilly with 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 fist thrower
Rusty holder, we live this shit

Cause the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (the real)
Lump em in the shit, have you wildin out when you bump this
(hip-hop [echoes]) to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD it's never enough
It's the real shit, shit to make em 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 OD cause it's never enough
Yo the P rock forty inch cables, white label
My chain hang down to my dick, my piece glass tables
Diamonds and guns before the fame
A nigga like me 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 me how to shoot when I was seven (yup)
I to bust shots crazy
I even look because the loud sound used to scare me (POW!)
I love my pops for that, I love my nigga
I'll take the life of anybody tryin to what's left
And through all of that a nigga scared of death
All y'all brand new just scared to death
I spent too night sniffin coke, gettin right
wastin my life, now I'm to make things right
Grand open gates, invest, in Iraq business
Do things for the kids (the Dunns)
Build a jungle gym behind the crib, so they can youth
and VCR's
ATV's and big screen TV's, please
Don't me have to risk my freedom
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 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 OD cause it's never enough
It go one, two, three to the
That nigga got that shit
for y'alls to rock to, stirrin up pots of brew
in hell's kitchen, I chef the
To serve hot plates all across the states
Sit and sup with top rap reps
We the streets that's boy move diligent
You better walk like a nigga on the rope do
Infamous first infantry, first division mission
assignment -- give em that shit they been missin
My new edition's way
Those that listen, get to my diction
Fuck rhymes I write prescriptions, for your
generic rap's just not potent P's
One-thousand CC's on the throttle
I off chest naked on Katanas
Spaghetti head Mobb is full bred
Fully blown melanin tone, I rock bone shirts
and verses, but thirst for worse
So I can put, more out on the street
Get and love, all across the board
We've adored, for keepin it raw, nuttin less or more
I score for sure
while the rest of niggaz just nil
(To the real..)

Cause it's the shit, shit to make em feel shit (hip-hop [echoes])
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 never
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]) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw
Have a OD cause it's never enough
(the real... [echoes])