Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm

[Intro: DJ

LAUGH*

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

We done seen it all, thru it all
quiet

[Verse 1:
I put my in between the papers line
Just a hustler out trying to make a dime
Feel like crackheads was beggin' me to take the nine
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 scrap you dudes
My goons in the audience still clap when
Put the Hawk in chest and Millsap you dudes
I'm still dude, still run my city and still lapping' dudes
In the studio in a trappin' mood
On a beat from 99 that's still dude
See rap I'm rude, disrespectful with the flow
I met she disrespect and call you bro
Shorty mouth crazy on the low
She like to spit on it disrespectful ho
On some real shit, you just need a bitch
when 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 till you turning shit up
And that real bitch, you more like a bill bitch
Fridge ain't got no grub bitch but it's eat the like it's Publix??
Run into these 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 scenario again
No Felipe you eating cereal again
No more lipo you big as again
Oh yea, for you niggas too
Wanna' small cause they ain't as big as you
throw dirt cause the bitch is diggin' you
Don't let the on the last album trigga' you
(YUUP! *trey tone*) You ain't Trey, you poo nah nah
Look what you started ooh nah nah
Got the nine milli's, my two nah nahs
to call them Nadia, still bye bye to you
We ain't got the thing out or we concealing
We're I'm from daddy's out in front of their children
My plan was to get the out and get them millions
Now it's mansions but used to hang out up in them
boys in the lobby was rowdy yea
You think Bobby and Rowdy yea
Now we out in Abu Dhabi in air
Then they let me Ricky the Audi yea
(uh) on some 7, rest in peace Paul Walker I hope you hear this in heaven
I be on these niggas you would swear it's a reverend
Four sweep flows in a series of seven
Its the F to the A to the B you just get some mo' rellos'
I'm Costello yea but more ghetto
Yea I'm in a house with rooms than a hotello
I used to sit and watch moves, no Melo
Now I get to make moves on rose petals
stand still didn't shake no jell-o
Then she slow it down like when the lights go
On real shit
I just want some real
Not none of fuck shit
Sound like with that Chuck shit
Fuck all of that shit I'm tired of that
If it ain't Young OG then it's quiet for
the real...

[Outro: DJ
DJ Clue..Dessert Storm...That boy
Shoutout to Brooklyn up? Queens what's good?!
NYC
Slide what's
Y'all ready