Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm

[Intro: DJ

LAUGH*

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

We seen it all, been thru 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 crackheads was beggin' me to take the
Man these bum ass rappers to make a sign
say will rap for food, for real scrap you're screwed
I put the paws on you and lil' scrap you
My in the audience still clap when cued
Put the Hawk in your chest and you dudes
I'm still snapping dude, still run my city and still dudes
In the studio in a still trappin'
On a beat from 99 that's 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 disrespectful ho
On some real shit, you just need a real
Chillin' when in public, not some out in the club bitch
Type you don't from until you get up
It was for you till you started turning shit up
And that ain't real bitch, you more like a bitch
Fridge ain't got no grub bitch but it's eat the booty like Publix??
Run into type chicks NOTHING is up
Shorty lost her sponsor was cuffin' her up
I'm hot damn ho here we go again
Your nigga cut you off scenario again
No more Felipe you eating cereal
No more lipo you big as Terio
Oh yea, quiet for you too
small talk cause they ain't as big as you
Wanna' throw dirt 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 you done started ooh nah nah
Got the twin nine milli's, my two nah
Used to call them Nadia, bye bye to you
We ain't lacking got the out or we concealing
We're I'm daddy's bang out in front of their children
My plan was to get the gang out and get millions
Now it's mansions but to hang out up in them buildings
Them boys in the was rowdy yea
You gotta' think and Rowdy yea
Now we out in Abu Dhabi in air
Then they let me Ricky Bobby the yea
(uh) on some Furious 7, rest in peace Paul Walker I you hear this in heaven
I be preaching on these niggas you swear it's a reverend
Four game sweep flows in a of seven
Its the F to the A to the B O-L-O-U-S you get some mo' rellos'
I'm Frank Costello yea but more
Yea I'm in a house with more rooms a hotello
I used to sit and Knicks moves, no Melo
Now I get to make king moves on petals
Shorty stand still shake no jell-o
Then she slow it down when the lights go yellow
On some shit
I just want some real
Not of this fuck shit
Sound Barkley with that Chuck shit
Fuck all of that 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 Brooklyn what's up? what's good?!
NYC
Slide what's
Y'all ain't