Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm

[Intro: DJ

*EVIL

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

We seen it all, been thru it all
quiet

[Verse 1:
I put my in between the papers line
Just a hustler out here trying to a dime
Feel like when was beggin' me to take the nine
Man these bum ass rappers need to make a
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 audience clap when cued
Put the Hawk in your chest and Millsap you
I'm still snapping dude, run my city and still lapping' dudes
In the studio in a still mood
On a from 99 that's still slappin' dude
See real rap I'm rude, disrespectful with the
I met wifey she disrespect and you bro
Shorty mouth disrespectful on the low
She like to spit on it little ho
On some real shit, you just need a bitch
Chillin' when in public, not some out in the club bitch
Type you don't hear until you get up
It was quiet for you till you started shit up
And that ain't real bitch, you more a bill bitch
Fridge ain't got no grub bitch but it's eat the like it's Publix??
Run into these chicks NOTHING is up
Shorty her sponsor that was cuffin' her up
I'm hot damn ho here we go again
Your nigga cut you off broke scenario
No more Felipe you eating cereal
No lipo you big as Terio again
Oh yea, for you niggas too
Wanna' small talk cause they as big as you
Wanna' throw dirt cause the is diggin' you
Don't let the songs on the album trigga' you
(YUUP! *trey tone*) You ain't Trey, you poo nah nah
Look what you 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 from bang out in front of their children
My plan was to get the gang out and get them
Now it's mansions but to hang out up in them buildings
Them in the lobby was rowdy yea
You gotta' Bobby and Rowdy 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 hope you hear this in
I be preaching on these you would swear it's a reverend
Four game sweep 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 more
Yea I'm in a house with more than a hotello
I used to sit and Knicks 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 shit
I just some real shit
Not none of this shit
Sound like Barkley with that shit
Fuck all of that weird I'm tired of that
If it ain't Young OG then 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?
Y'all ready