Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm

[Intro: DJ

LAUGH*

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

We seen it all, been thru it all
It's

[Verse 1:
I put my in between the papers line
a hustler out here trying to make a dime
Feel like when crackheads was beggin' me to take the
Man these bum ass need to make a sign
say will rap for food, for real scrap you're screwed
I put the on you and lil' scrap you dudes
My goons in the audience still when cued
Put the Hawk in your chest and Millsap you
I'm still snapping dude, run my city and still lapping' dudes
In the studio in a trappin' mood
On a from 99 that's still slappin' dude
See real rap I'm rude, disrespectful the flow
I met wifey she and call you bro
mouth crazy disrespectful on the low
She like to on it disrespectful little ho
On real 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 for you till you started turning shit up
And that ain't real bitch, you more like a bill
Fridge ain't got no grub bitch but it's eat the booty it's Publix??
Run into these type chicks is up
lost her sponsor that was cuffin' her up
I'm like hot damn ho we go again
Your nigga cut you off scenario again
No Felipe you eating cereal again
No more lipo you big as again
Oh yea, for you niggas too
Wanna' small talk cause ain't as big as you
Wanna' dirt cause the bitch is diggin' you
Don't let the on the last album trigga' you
(YUUP! *trey songz tone*) You Trey, you poo nah nah
Look what you done ooh nah nah
Got the twin milli's, my two nah nahs
Used to them Nadia, still bye bye to you
We ain't lacking got the thing out or we
We're I'm from daddy's bang out in front of children
My plan was to get the gang out and get them
Now it's mansions but to hang out up in them buildings
boys in the lobby was rowdy yea
You gotta' Bobby and Rowdy yea
Now we out in Abu in Saudi air
Then they let me Ricky the Audi yea
(uh) on some Furious 7, rest in Paul Walker I hope you hear this in heaven
I be preaching on niggas you would swear it's a reverend
Four game sweep in a series of seven
Its the F to the A to the B you just get some mo' rellos'
I'm Costello yea but more ghetto
Yea I'm in a with more rooms than a hotello
I used to sit and watch moves, no Melo
Now I get to make moves on rose petals
stand still didn't shake no jell-o
Then she slow it down like the lights go yellow
On some shit
I just want real shit
Not none of this shit
Sound like Barkley with Chuck shit
Fuck all of that weird shit I'm tired of
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 what's
Y'all ready