Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm

[Intro: DJ

*EVIL

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

We done it all, been thru it all
quiet

[Verse 1:
I put my lifetime in between the line
Just a hustler out trying to make a dime
Feel when crackheads was beggin' me to take the nine
Man these bum ass rappers to make a sign
That say will rap for food, for real scrap you're
I put the on you and lil' scrap you dudes
My in the audience still clap 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 trappin'
On a beat 99 that's still slappin' dude
See rap I'm rude, disrespectful with 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 real shit, you just need a real bitch
Chillin' when in public, not some groupie'd out in the club
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 a bill bitch
ain't got no grub bitch but it's eat the booty like it's Publix??
Run into these chicks NOTHING is up
lost her sponsor that was cuffin' her up
I'm like hot ho here we go again
Your nigga cut you off scenario again
No more Felipe you cereal again
No more lipo you big as again
Oh yea, for you niggas too
Wanna' talk cause they 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 you done started ooh nah nah
Got the twin nine milli's, my two nah
Used to them Nadia, still bye bye to you
We lacking got the thing out or we concealing
We're I'm daddy's bang out in front of their children
My plan was to get the out and get them millions
Now it's mansions but used to hang out up in them
Them boys in the was rowdy yea
You think Bobby and Rowdy yea
Now we out in Abu in Saudi air
Then they let me Bobby the Audi yea
(uh) on some Furious 7, rest in peace Walker I hope you hear this in heaven
I be preaching on these niggas you would it's a reverend
Four game sweep flows in a 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 to sit and watch Knicks moves, no Melo
Now I get to make king on rose petals
Shorty stand still didn't no jell-o
she slow it down like when the lights go yellow
On some real
I just want some real
Not of this fuck shit
Sound like Barkley with that Chuck
Fuck all of that weird shit I'm of that
If it ain't Young OG then it's quiet for
the real...

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