Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm (The Four Performance)

In daylight get right..
Just through it all man
Blood and tears
is dead and shit [music fades in]
What the fuck else can yo?
I don't think more son, word to mother yo
We done seen it all, and through it all yo
Let y'all niggaz know now
to mother, for real, for real
That is the truth
I'm not lyin..

I put my lifetime in between the paper's
I'm the "Quiet Storm" nigga who fight
P yeah you of him but, I ain't concerned with them
Nigga I pop more guns than you holdin
Make my route the sun's out and scold your men
Unload ten, in daylight, get right
Fuck life - hop on my ninety-eight dirt bike
You try to stop mines from growin, I'll make your blood flowin
Take action, to any ass if he askin (yeah aight)
Now come the mack 10
You'se a dick blower, tryin to the Dunn language
the drilly with that though? It ain't bangin
You hooked on Mobb-phonics
Lyin to the Pop Dog you got it
You ain't no out for the night fist thrower
Rusty shank holder, we live this

Cause the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (the real)
Lump em in the club shit, have you out when you bump this
(hip-hop [echoes]) Drugs to eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a OD cause it's never enough
It's the shit, shit to make em feel shit (the real)
Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump
(hip-hop [echoes]) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw
Have a nigga OD cause it's enough
Yo the P forty inch cables, drinkin white label
My chain hang down to my dick, my piece bang glass
Diamonds and guns before the fame
A nigga like me hold tecs, are you the same
Goin through the emotions, of gun
Long shotguns down my pants leg
Killer bee who still livin, my pops too
He taught me how to shoot when I was (yup)
I used to shots crazy
I couldn't even look the loud sound used to scare me (POW!)
I love my pops for that, I my nigga D-Black
I'll take the life of anybody to change what's left
And through all of that a nigga ain't of death
All y'all brand new 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 Iraq
Do things for the kids (the Dunns)
a jungle gym behind the crib, so they can enjoy youth
CBR's and
ATV's and big screen TV's, nigga
Don't make me have to my freedom
We worked our life for this, you get your shit beat in
For real.. (yo)

Cause it's the real shit, shit to em feel shit (hip-hop [echoes])
Lump em in the shit, have you wildin out when you bump this
Drugs to 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 peoples to rock to, stirrin up pots of brew
in hell's kitchen, I the impossible
To serve hot plates all across the states
Sit and sup with top rap reps
We the streets that's watchin boy diligent
You walk like a nigga on the tight rope do
Infamous first infantry, division fourth mission
First assignment -- give em shit they been missin
My new edition's way
Those that listen, get addicted to my
Fuck rhymes I write prescriptions, for diseased
generic just not potent like P's
One-thousand one-hundred CC's on the
I off chest naked on Katanas
Spaghetti Mobb niggaz is full bred
blown melanin tone, I rock skeleton bone shirts
and verses, but thirst for beats
So I can put, more out on the street
Get respect and love, all across the
been adored, for keepin it raw, nuttin less or more
I everytime for sure
while the rest of y'all just nil
(To the real..)

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