Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm

[Intro: DJ

LAUGH*

DJ Clue. Dessert Storm. That boy Fabolous. Fam
Niggas wanna'
better get your bar work together
I'm tellin' you now
Friday freestyles
CLUMINATIIII!!

We done it all, been thru it all
quiet

[Verse 1:
I put my in between the papers line
Just a hustler out here to make a dime
Feel like when crackheads was beggin' me to take the
Man these bum ass rappers need to a sign
That say rap for food, for real scrap you're screwed
I put the paws on you and lil' you dudes
My goons in the still clap when cued
Put the Hawk in chest and Millsap you dudes
I'm still snapping dude, still run my city and still lapping'
In the studio in a still mood
On a from 99 that's still slappin' dude
See real rap I'm rude, disrespectful the flow
I met wifey she disrespect and you bro
mouth crazy disrespectful on the low
She like to spit on it little ho
On some real shit, you need a real bitch
Chillin' in public, not some groupie'd out in the club bitch
Type you don't from until you get up
It was quiet for you you started turning shit up
And that ain't real bitch, you more like a bill
Fridge ain't got no grub bitch but it's eat the like it's Publix??
Run into type chicks NOTHING is up
Shorty lost her that was cuffin' her up
I'm like hot ho here we go again
Your nigga cut you off broke again
No more Felipe you cereal again
No more lipo you big as Terio
Oh yea, quiet for you too
Wanna' talk cause they ain't as big as you
Wanna' throw dirt cause the is diggin' you
let the songs on the last album trigga' you
(YUUP! *trey songz tone*) You Trey, you poo nah nah
Look you done started ooh nah nah
Got the nine milli's, my two nah nahs
Used to call Nadia, still bye bye to you
We lacking got the thing out or we concealing
We're I'm from daddy's bang out in front of children
My plan was to get the out and get them millions
Now it's mansions but used to hang out up in them
Them in the lobby was rowdy yea
You gotta' think 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 Paul I hope you hear this in heaven
I be preaching on niggas you would swear it's a reverend
Four game sweep in a series of seven
Its the F to the A to the B you just get some mo' rellos'
I'm Frank yea but more ghetto
Yea I'm in a house with rooms than a hotello
I used to sit and watch Knicks moves, no
Now I get to king moves on rose petals
Shorty still didn't shake no jell-o
she slow it down like when the lights go yellow
On real shit
I just want real shit
Not none of this fuck
like Barkley with that Chuck shit
Fuck all of that weird shit I'm of that
If it ain't Young OG it's quiet for that
the real...

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