Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm

[Intro: DJ

LAUGH*

DJ Clue. Dessert Storm. boy Fabolous. Street Fam
Niggas freestyle
Y'all better get your bar together
I'm you right now
Friday freestyles
CLUMINATIIII!!

We done seen it all, been it all
quiet

[Verse 1:
I put my lifetime in the papers line
Just a hustler out trying to make a dime
Feel like when crackheads was me to take the nine
Man these bum ass need to make a sign
That say will rap for food, for real scrap screwed
I put the on you and lil' scrap you dudes
My goons in the audience clap when cued
Put the Hawk in your chest and you dudes
I'm still dude, still run my city and still lapping' dudes
In the studio in a still trappin'
On a beat from 99 that's still slappin'
See real rap I'm rude, disrespectful the flow
I met she disrespect and call you bro
Shorty crazy disrespectful on the low
She like to on it disrespectful little ho
On some shit, you just need a real bitch
when in public, not some groupie'd out in the club bitch
Type you hear from until you get up
It was quiet for you you started turning shit up
And that ain't bitch, you more like a bill bitch
Fridge ain't got no grub but it's eat the booty like it's Publix??
Run these type chicks NOTHING is up
Shorty lost her sponsor that was her up
I'm like hot ho here we go again
Your nigga cut you off scenario again
No more Felipe you eating again
No more lipo you big as again
Oh yea, quiet for you too
Wanna' small talk cause they as big as you
Wanna' dirt cause the bitch is diggin' you
Don't let the songs on the last album you
(YUUP! songz tone*) You ain't Trey, you poo nah nah
Look what you done ooh nah nah
Got the twin milli's, my two nah nahs
Used to call Nadia, still bye bye to you
We ain't got the thing out or we concealing
We're I'm from daddy's bang out in front of children
My plan was to get the out and get them millions
Now it's but used to hang out up in them buildings
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 Bobby the yea
(uh) on some Furious 7, rest in peace Paul Walker I hope you this in heaven
I be preaching on these niggas you would 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 Frank yea but more ghetto
Yea I'm in a house with more than a hotello
I used to sit and watch moves, no Melo
Now I get to make king moves on petals
Shorty stand still didn't no jell-o
Then she slow it down when the lights go yellow
On real shit
I just want some real
Not none of fuck shit
Sound like Barkley with that shit
Fuck all of that weird I'm tired of that
If it ain't Young OG then it's for that
the real...

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