Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm

[Intro: DJ

*EVIL

DJ Clue. Storm. That boy Fabolous. Street Fam
wanna' freestyle
Y'all better get bar work together
I'm tellin' you now
night freestyles
CLUMINATIIII!!

We seen it all, been thru it all
quiet

[Verse 1:
I put my lifetime in between the papers
Just a hustler out trying to make a dime
Feel when crackheads was beggin' 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 paws on you and lil' scrap you
My goons in the audience still when cued
Put the in your chest and Millsap you dudes
I'm still snapping dude, still run my city and still dudes
In the studio in a still mood
On a from 99 that's still slappin' dude
See real rap I'm rude, disrespectful the flow
I met she disrespect and call you bro
mouth crazy disrespectful on the low
She to spit 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 till you started turning up
And that ain't real bitch, you more like a bitch
Fridge ain't got no grub bitch but it's eat the booty like it's
Run into type chicks NOTHING is up
Shorty lost her sponsor was cuffin' her up
I'm like hot damn ho here we go
Your cut you off broke scenario again
No more Felipe you eating again
No more you big as Terio again
Oh yea, for you niggas too
Wanna' small cause they ain't as big as you
Wanna' throw dirt the bitch is diggin' you
Don't let the songs on the last trigga' you
(YUUP! songz tone*) You ain't Trey, you poo nah nah
what you done started ooh nah nah
Got the nine milli's, my two nah nahs
Used to call Nadia, still bye bye to you
We ain't lacking got the out or we concealing
We're I'm from daddy's bang out in front of their
My plan was to get the gang out and get millions
Now it's mansions but used to out up in them buildings
Them boys in the lobby was yea
You gotta' think Bobby and yea
Now we out in Abu in Saudi air
they let me Ricky Bobby the Audi yea
(uh) on some Furious 7, rest in peace Paul Walker I hope you hear this in
I be preaching on these niggas you would it's a reverend
game sweep flows in a series of seven
Its the F to the A to the B O-L-O-U-S you just get some mo'
I'm Costello yea but more ghetto
Yea I'm in a house with more rooms a hotello
I used to sit and Knicks moves, no Melo
Now I get to king moves on rose petals
Shorty stand still shake no jell-o
Then she slow it like when the lights go yellow
On some shit
I just some real shit
Not of this fuck shit
Sound Barkley with that Chuck shit
Fuck all of that shit I'm tired of that
If it Young OG then it's quiet for that
the real...

[Outro: DJ
DJ Clue..Dessert Storm...That boy
Shoutout to Brooklyn what's up? what's good?!
NYC
Slide popping?
ain't ready