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 fuck else can yo?
I dont think much more son, to mother yo
We done it all, and been through it all yo
Let y'all niggaz right now
Word to mother, for real, for
shit is the truth
I'm not

I put my in between the paper's lines
I'm the "Quiet Storm" nigga who fight
P yeah you heard of him but, I ain't concerned with
Nigga I pop guns than you holdin' them
Make my while the sun's out and scold your men
Unload ten, in daylight, get right
Fuck your hop on my ninety-eight dirt bike
You try to stop mines from growin', I'll make your blood stop
affirmative action, to any ass if he askin'
Now here come the 10

You use a dick blower, tryin' to speak the language
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 thrower
shank holder, we live this shit

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

Yo the P forty inch cables, drinkin' White Label
My hang down to my dick, my piece bang glass tables
and guns before the fame Duke
A like me hold tecs, are you the same too?
through the emotions, of gun holdin'
Long shotguns down my pants leg
Killer bee who still livin', even my too
He me how to shoot when I was seven

I used to bust crazy
I even look because the loud sound used to scare me
I love my pops for that, I love my nigga
I'll take the life of tryin' to change what's left
And through all of that a nigga scared of death
All y'all new niggaz just scared to death
I too many night sniffin' coke, gettin' right

Wastin' my life, now I'm tryin' to make right
Grand open some gates, invest, in business
Do things for the kids, the little
Build a jungle gym behind the crib, so they can enjoy
CBR's and VCR's, ATV's and big TV's, nigga please
Don't make me have to risk my
We worked our whole for this, you get your shit beat in
For real, yo

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

It go one, two, three to the
That nigga got that shit
For y'alls to rock to, stirrin' up pots of brew
In hell's kitchen, I the impossible
To serve hot plates all the unified states
Sit down and sup with top rap

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

One-thousand one-hundred on the throttle
I off chest naked on Katanas
Spaghetti head niggaz is full bred
Fully blown melanin' tone, I skeleton bone shirts
And verses, but for worse beats
So I can put, more out on the street
Get respect and love, all the board
been adored, for keepin' it raw, nuttin' less or more
I score for sure
While the rest of y'all just kneal to the real

'Cause the real shit, shit to make 'em feel shit
Lump 'em in the club shit, have you out when you bump this
to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD 'cause it's enough
It's the real shit, to make 'em feel shit
Lump 'em in the club shit, have you wildin' out when you this
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw
Have a nigga OD 'cause it's enough
It's the hip-hop, hip-hop