Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm (The Four Performance)

In broad get right..
Just been it all man
Blood sweat and
Niggaz is dead and shit [music in]
the fuck else can happen yo?
I don't think more son, word to mother yo
We seen it all, and been through it all yo
Let niggaz know right now
Word to mother, for real, for
shit is the truth
I'm not lyin..

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

Cause 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 nigga OD cause it's enough
It's the real shit, shit to make em feel (the real)
Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you this
(hip-hop [echoes]) Drugs to eardrum, the raw uncut
a nigga OD cause it's never enough
Yo the P rock forty cables, drinkin white label
My chain hang down to my dick, my piece bang glass
Diamonds and guns the fame Duke
A nigga me hold tecs, are you the same too?
Goin through the emotions, of gun
Long down my pants leg limpin
Killer bee who still livin, my pops too
He taught me how to when I was seven (yup)
I used to shots crazy
I couldn't even look because the loud sound used to me (POW!)
I love my pops for that, I love my 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 y'all brand new niggaz just scared to
I spent too night sniffin coke, gettin right
wastin my life, now I'm tryin to make right
open some gates, invest, in Iraq business
Do things for the (the little Dunns)
Build a jungle gym behind the crib, so they can youth
CBR's and
ATV's and big TV's, nigga please
Don't make me have to my freedom
We worked our whole life for this, you get shit beat in
For real.. (yo)

Cause it's the real shit, shit to em feel shit (hip-hop [echoes])
Lump em in the shit, have you wildin out when you bump this
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw
Have a nigga OD it's never enough
It go one, two, three to the
That nigga P-Double got shit
for y'alls peoples to rock to, up pots of brew
in kitchen, I chef the impossible
To serve hot plates all across the unified
Sit down and sup with top rap
We the that's watchin boy move diligent
You better like a nigga on the tight rope do
Infamous first infantry, first division mission
First assignment -- give em that shit they missin
My new edition's way
Those that listen, get addicted to my
rhymes I write prescriptions, for your diseased
generic rap's not potent like P's
One-thousand CC's on the throttle
I peel off chest naked on
Spaghetti head Mobb niggaz is full
Fully blown melanin tone, I skeleton bone shirts
and verses, but thirst for beats
So I can put, product out on the street
Get respect and love, all across the
We've been adored, for keepin it raw, nuttin less or
I everytime for sure
while the rest of niggaz just nil
(To the real..)

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