Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm

[Intro: DJ

*EVIL

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

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

[Verse 1:
I put my in between the papers line
Just a hustler out here trying to make a
Feel like when crackheads was beggin' me to take the
Man these bum ass rappers need to make a
say will rap for food, for real scrap you're screwed
I put the on you and lil' scrap you dudes
My goons in the 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 in a still trappin' mood
On a beat 99 that's still slappin' dude
See real rap I'm rude, disrespectful with the
I met wifey she and call you bro
Shorty crazy disrespectful on the low
She like to on it disrespectful little ho
On some real shit, you just 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 like a bill bitch
Fridge ain't got no grub bitch but it's eat the booty like it's
Run into these type NOTHING is up
Shorty lost her sponsor that was her up
I'm like hot damn ho here we go
nigga cut you off broke scenario again
No Felipe you eating cereal 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 cause the bitch is diggin' you
Don't let the songs on the album trigga' 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
to call them Nadia, still bye bye to you
We lacking got the thing out or we concealing
We're I'm from daddy's bang out in of their children
My was to get the gang out and get them millions
Now it's but used to hang out up in them buildings
Them boys in the was rowdy yea
You think Bobby and Rowdy yea
Now we out in Abu Dhabi in air
Then they let me Ricky Bobby the yea
(uh) on some Furious 7, rest in peace Paul I hope you hear this in heaven
I be preaching on these niggas you would swear 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 get some mo' rellos'
I'm Costello yea but more ghetto
Yea I'm in a house with more rooms than a
I used to sit and watch moves, no Melo
Now I get to make moves on rose petals
Shorty stand didn't shake no jell-o
she slow it down like when the lights go yellow
On some real
I want some real shit
Not none of this fuck
Sound Barkley with that Chuck shit
Fuck all of that shit I'm tired 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 what's up? Queens what's good?!
NYC
Slide popping?
ain't ready