Luyện nghe bài hát quiet storm remix

In daylight get right
Just through it all man
Blood sweat and tears, niggaz is and shit
What the fuck can happen yo?
I dont think more son, word to mother yo
We done seen it all, and through it all yo
Let niggaz know right now
Word to mother, for real, for
That is the truth
I'm not

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

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

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

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

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

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

it's 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 OD 'cause it's never enough

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

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

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

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