Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm

[Intro: DJ

*EVIL

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

We done seen it all, thru it all
quiet

[Verse 1:
I put my lifetime in the papers line
Just a hustler out here trying to a dime
Feel like crackheads was beggin' me to take the nine
Man bum ass rappers need to make a sign
That say will rap for food, for scrap you're screwed
I put the paws on you and lil' you dudes
My goons in the still clap when cued
Put the Hawk in your 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 beat from 99 that's still dude
See real rap I'm rude, disrespectful the flow
I met she disrespect and call you bro
Shorty mouth crazy on the low
She like to spit on it disrespectful ho
On some real shit, you just need a bitch
Chillin' when in public, not some groupie'd out in the bitch
Type you don't hear from you get up
It was quiet for you till you started turning up
And that ain't real bitch, you more like a bill
Fridge ain't got no grub bitch but it's eat the booty it's Publix??
Run these type chicks NOTHING is up
Shorty lost her sponsor that was her up
I'm hot damn ho here we go again
Your cut you off broke scenario again
No more you eating cereal again
No lipo you big as Terio again
Oh yea, for you niggas too
small talk cause they ain't as big as you
Wanna' throw dirt cause the is diggin' you
Don't let the songs on the last album you
(YUUP! *trey songz tone*) You Trey, you poo nah nah
Look what you started ooh nah nah
Got the twin nine milli's, my two nah
Used to call them Nadia, bye bye to you
We ain't lacking got the thing out or we
I'm from daddy's bang out in front of their children
My plan was to get the gang out and get them
Now it's mansions but used to hang out up in them
Them boys in the lobby was yea
You gotta' think Bobby and yea
Now we out in Abu Dhabi in air
Then they let me Ricky the Audi yea
(uh) on some Furious 7, rest in peace Paul Walker I you hear this in heaven
I be preaching on these you would swear it's a reverend
Four game sweep flows in a series of
Its the F to the A to the B O-L-O-U-S you just get 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 moves, no Melo
Now I get to make king moves on petals
Shorty still didn't shake no jell-o
Then she it down like when the lights go yellow
On some real
I just want some real
Not none of this shit
Sound like Barkley that Chuck shit
all of that weird shit I'm tired of that
If it ain't Young OG it's quiet for that
the real...

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