Luyện nghe bài hát quiet storm remix

In daylight get right
Just been it all man
Blood sweat and tears, is dead and shit
What the else can happen yo?
I dont think more son, word to mother yo
We done 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

I put my lifetime in between the paper's
I'm the "Quiet Storm" nigga who fight
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 sun's out and your men
Unload ten, in daylight, get right
your life hop on my ninety-eight dirt bike
You try to stop mines from growin', make your blood stop flowin'
Take action, to any ass if he askin'
Now here the Mack 10

You use a dick blower, tryin' to speak the Dunn
What the drilly with that It ain't bangin'
You on Mobb-phonics Infamous-bonics
to the Pop Dog like you got it
You ain't no wildin' out for the night fist
Rusty shank holder, we this shit

'Cause it's the real shit, shit to make 'em shit
Lump 'em in the club shit, have you wildin' out when you bump
to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD 'cause it's enough
It's the real shit, shit to 'em feel shit
Lump 'em in the club shit, you wildin' out when you bump this
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw
a nigga OD 'cause it's never enough

Yo the P rock forty inch cables, drinkin' Label
My chain hang down to my dick, my piece bang tables
Diamonds and guns before the fame
A nigga me hold tecs, are you the same too?
Goin' through the emotions, of gun
Long shotguns down my leg limpin'
bee who still livin', even my pops too
He taught me how to when I was seven

I used to shots crazy
I couldn't even look because the sound used to scare me
I love my pops for that, I love my D-Black
I'll take the life of tryin' to change what's left
And through all of a nigga ain't scared of death
All y'all brand new niggaz scared to death
I spent too many night coke, gettin' right

Wastin' my life, now I'm tryin' to make things
open some gates, invest, in Iraq business
Do things for the kids, the little
Build a jungle gym behind the crib, so they can youth
CBR's and VCR's, ATV's and big screen TV's, please
make me have to risk my freedom
We worked our whole life for this, you get your beat in
For real, yo

'Cause it's the real shit, shit to make 'em feel
Lump 'em in the shit, have you wildin' out when you bump this
to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD 'cause never enough

It go one, two, to the fourth
That P-Double got that shit
For y'alls peoples to to, stirrin' up pots of brew
In kitchen, I chef the impossible
To hot plates all across the unified states
Sit down and sup top rap reps

We the streets that's watchin' boy diligent
You better like a nigga on the tight rope Duke
Infamous first infantry, division fourth mission
First assignment 'em that shit they been missin'
My new way bitchen
that listen, get addicted to my diction'
Fuck rhymes I write prescriptions, for you're
Generic rap's just not like P's

One-thousand CC's on the throttle
I peel off naked on Katanas
Spaghetti head Mobb niggaz is bred
Fully blown tone, I rock skeleton bone shirts
And verses, but for worse beats
So I can put, product out on the street
Get respect and love, all the board
We've been adored, for keepin' it raw, nuttin' less or
I everytime for sure
While the rest of y'all niggaz just to the real

'Cause it's the real shit, shit to 'em feel shit
Lump 'em in the club shit, have you wildin' out when you this
Drugs to eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD 'cause it's never
the real shit, shit to make 'em feel shit
Lump 'em in the club shit, have you out when you bump this
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw
Have a nigga OD 'cause it's never
It's the real hip-hop,