Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm

[Intro: DJ

*EVIL

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

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

[Verse 1:
I put my lifetime in between the papers
a hustler out here 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 scrap you're screwed
I put the paws on you and scrap you dudes
My goons in the audience clap when cued
Put the Hawk in chest and Millsap you dudes
I'm still dude, still run my city and still lapping' dudes
In the in a still trappin' mood
On a beat from 99 still slappin' dude
See real rap I'm rude, disrespectful the flow
I met she disrespect and call you bro
Shorty mouth disrespectful on the low
She like to spit on it little ho
On some shit, you just need a real bitch
Chillin' when in public, not groupie'd out in the club bitch
you don't hear from until you get up
It was for you till you started turning shit up
And that ain't real bitch, you more a bill bitch
Fridge ain't got no grub but it's eat the booty like it's Publix??
Run into these type chicks 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 Felipe you eating again
No more you big as Terio again
Oh yea, quiet for you too
Wanna' talk cause they ain't as big as you
Wanna' dirt cause the bitch is diggin' you
Don't let the songs on the album trigga' you
(YUUP! songz tone*) You ain't Trey, you poo nah nah
Look you done started ooh nah nah
Got the nine milli's, my two nah nahs
Used to call Nadia, still bye bye to you
We ain't got the thing out or we concealing
We're I'm daddy's bang out in front of their children
My plan was to get the gang out and get millions
Now it's mansions but used to hang out up in buildings
boys in the lobby was rowdy yea
You gotta' Bobby and Rowdy yea
Now we out in Abu in Saudi air
Then 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 niggas you would swear it's a reverend
Four game sweep flows in a series of
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 rooms than a hotello
I to sit and watch Knicks moves, no Melo
Now I get to make king moves on rose
stand still didn't shake no jell-o
Then she slow it down like when the lights go
On real shit
I just want some real
Not none of fuck shit
Sound Barkley with that Chuck shit
Fuck all of that shit I'm tired of that
If it Young 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
Y'all ready