Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm

[Intro: DJ

LAUGH*

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

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

1: Fabolous]
I put my lifetime in the papers line
Just a hustler out trying to make a dime
Feel like when crackheads was beggin' me to take the
Man these bum ass rappers need to make a
That say will rap for food, for real scrap you're
I put the on you and lil' scrap you dudes
My goons in the still clap when cued
Put the Hawk in chest and Millsap you dudes
I'm still snapping dude, run my city and still lapping' dudes
In the studio in a still trappin'
On a beat from 99 still slappin' dude
See real rap I'm rude, disrespectful with the
I met wifey she disrespect and you bro
Shorty mouth crazy on the low
She like to spit on it disrespectful ho
On some real shit, you just need a real
Chillin' when in public, not some groupie'd out in the bitch
Type you don't from until you get up
It was quiet for you till you turning shit up
And that real bitch, you more like a bill bitch
Fridge ain't got no grub bitch but it's eat the booty it's Publix??
Run into type chicks NOTHING 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 more you eating cereal again
No more you big as Terio again
Oh yea, quiet for you too
Wanna' small talk they ain't as big as you
Wanna' throw dirt cause the is diggin' you
let the songs on the last album trigga' you
(YUUP! songz tone*) You ain't Trey, you poo nah nah
Look you done started ooh nah nah
Got the twin milli's, my two nah nahs
to call them Nadia, still bye bye to you
We ain't got the thing out or we concealing
We're I'm from daddy's bang out in front of 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 in the lobby was rowdy yea
You think Bobby and Rowdy yea
Now we out in Abu Dhabi in air
Then let me Ricky Bobby the Audi yea
(uh) on some Furious 7, rest in peace Paul Walker I hope you hear in heaven
I be on these niggas you would swear it's a reverend
game sweep flows in a series of seven
Its the F to the A to the B you just get some mo' rellos'
I'm Frank Costello yea but ghetto
Yea I'm in a house with more than a hotello
I used to sit and watch Knicks moves, no
Now I get to make king on rose petals
Shorty stand didn't shake no jell-o
Then she it down like when the lights go yellow
On some real
I want some real shit
Not none of this fuck
Sound like Barkley with that 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 popping?
Y'all ready