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 think much more son, word to mother yo
We done seen it all, and through it all yo
Let y'all know right now
to mother, for real, for real
That is the truth
I'm not

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

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

'Cause 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 OD 'cause it's never enough
the real shit, shit to make 'em feel shit
Lump 'em in the club shit, have you wildin' out when you this
to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a 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 like me hold tecs, are you the same
Goin' through the emotions, of gun
Long down my pants leg limpin'
Killer bee who still livin', even my too
He taught me how to shoot I was seven

I used to bust shots
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 anybody tryin' to change left
And through all of that a ain't scared of death
All y'all brand new niggaz just scared to
I too many night sniffin' coke, gettin' right

Wastin' my life, now I'm to make things right
Grand some gates, invest, in Iraq business
Do things for the kids, the Dunns
Build a gym behind the crib, so they can enjoy youth
CBR's and VCR's, ATV's and big screen TV's, nigga
Don't make me to risk my freedom
We our whole life 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 you bump this
Drugs to eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD 'cause never enough

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

We the streets that's watchin' boy move
You better walk like a nigga on the tight rope
first infantry, first division fourth mission
First assignment give 'em shit they been missin'
My new way bitchen
Those that listen, get to my diction'
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 peel off chest naked on
Spaghetti head Mobb niggaz is full
blown melanin' tone, I rock skeleton bone shirts
And verses, but thirst for worse
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 everytime for
While the of y'all niggaz just kneal 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 bump
to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD 'cause never enough
It's the real shit, shit to 'em feel shit
Lump 'em in the club shit, have you wildin' out you bump this
to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD 'cause it's enough
It's the real hip-hop,