Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm

[Intro: DJ

*EVIL

DJ Clue. Storm. That boy Fabolous. Street Fam
Niggas 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 between the line
Just a hustler out here trying to 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 screwed
I put the paws on you and lil' scrap you
My goons in the audience still 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 with the
I met she disrespect and call you bro
Shorty crazy disrespectful on the low
She like to spit on it little ho
On some shit, you just need a real bitch
Chillin' in public, not some groupie'd out in the club bitch
Type you don't from until you get up
It was for you till you started turning shit 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 it's Publix??
Run into these chicks NOTHING is up
Shorty lost her that was cuffin' her up
I'm like hot damn ho here we go
nigga cut you off broke scenario again
No more 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 dirt cause the bitch is you
let the songs on the last album trigga' you
(YUUP! *trey songz tone*) You Trey, you poo nah nah
Look what you started ooh nah nah
Got the nine 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 out in front of their children
My plan was to get the gang out and get millions
Now it's mansions but to hang out up in them buildings
boys in the lobby was rowdy yea
You gotta' Bobby and Rowdy 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 I hope you hear this in heaven
I be preaching on these niggas you 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 more
Yea I'm in a house more rooms than a hotello
I to sit and watch Knicks moves, no Melo
Now I get to king moves on rose petals
Shorty stand still shake no jell-o
she slow it down like when the lights go yellow
On some real
I just want some real
Not none of this fuck
Sound like Barkley with that shit
Fuck all of that shit I'm tired of that
If it ain't OG then it's quiet for that
the real...

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