Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm

[Intro: DJ

*EVIL

DJ Clue. Storm. That boy Fabolous. Street Fam
wanna' freestyle
Y'all better get bar work together
I'm tellin' you now
night freestyles
CLUMINATIIII!!

We done seen it all, been it all
quiet

[Verse 1:
I put my lifetime in between the line
Just a hustler out here trying to make a
Feel like when was beggin' me to take the nine
Man these bum ass rappers need to a sign
That say will rap for food, for real you're screwed
I put the paws on you and lil' you dudes
My goons in the audience still clap cued
Put the Hawk in your chest and Millsap you
I'm still snapping dude, still run my city and still dudes
In the studio in a trappin' mood
On a from 99 that's still slappin' dude
See real rap I'm rude, with the flow
I met wifey she disrespect and you bro
Shorty mouth disrespectful on the low
She like to spit on it disrespectful ho
On some real shit, you just need a real
Chillin' when in public, not groupie'd out in the club bitch
you don't hear from until you get up
It was quiet for you till you started shit up
And that ain't real bitch, you like a bill bitch
Fridge got no grub bitch but it's eat the booty like it's Publix??
Run into type chicks NOTHING is up
lost her sponsor that was cuffin' her up
I'm like hot ho here we go again
Your cut you off broke scenario again
No Felipe you eating cereal again
No more you big as Terio again
Oh yea, quiet for you too
Wanna' small talk cause they as big as you
throw dirt cause the bitch is diggin' you
Don't let the songs on the last trigga' you
(YUUP! *trey songz tone*) You Trey, you poo nah nah
Look what you done ooh nah nah
Got the twin nine milli's, my two nah
Used to call Nadia, still bye bye to you
We ain't lacking got the out or we concealing
We're I'm from daddy's bang out in of their children
My was to get the gang out and get them millions
Now it's mansions but used to out up in them buildings
Them boys in the lobby was yea
You gotta' Bobby and Rowdy yea
Now we out in Abu in Saudi air
Then they let me Ricky the Audi yea
(uh) on some Furious 7, rest in peace Walker I hope you hear this in heaven
I be preaching on these niggas you would it's a reverend
Four game sweep in a series of seven
Its the F to the A to the B O-L-O-U-S you get some mo' rellos'
I'm Frank yea but more ghetto
Yea I'm in a house more rooms than a hotello
I to sit and watch Knicks moves, no Melo
Now I get to make king moves on petals
stand still didn't shake no jell-o
Then she slow it down like the lights go yellow
On some shit
I want some real shit
Not of this fuck shit
Sound like Barkley with Chuck shit
Fuck all of weird shit I'm tired of that
If it ain't OG then it's quiet for that
the real...

[Outro: DJ
DJ Clue..Dessert Storm...That boy
Shoutout to what's up? Queens what's good?!
NYC
Slide what's
ain't ready