Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm

[Intro: DJ

*EVIL

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

We done seen it all, been it all
quiet

[Verse 1:
I put my lifetime in between the papers
a hustler out here trying to make a dime
Feel like when crackheads was me to take the nine
Man these bum ass need to make a sign
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 audience clap when cued
Put the Hawk in your and Millsap you dudes
I'm snapping dude, still run my city and still lapping' dudes
In the studio in a still trappin'
On a from 99 that's still slappin' dude
See real rap I'm rude, with the flow
I met wifey she and call you bro
Shorty mouth disrespectful on the low
She like to spit on it little ho
On some real shit, you just need a real
Chillin' when in public, not some out in the club bitch
Type you hear from 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 bitch but it's eat the booty like it's Publix??
Run into type chicks NOTHING is up
lost her sponsor that was cuffin' her up
I'm hot damn ho here we go again
Your nigga cut you off broke scenario
No Felipe you eating cereal again
No lipo you big as Terio again
Oh yea, for you niggas too
Wanna' small cause they ain't as big as you
Wanna' throw dirt the bitch is diggin' you
Don't let the songs on the last trigga' you
(YUUP! *trey songz tone*) You Trey, you poo nah nah
Look what you started ooh nah nah
Got the twin milli's, my two nah nahs
Used to call them Nadia, bye bye to you
We ain't lacking got the thing out or we
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 mansions but used to hang out up in them buildings
boys in the lobby 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 Walker I hope you this in heaven
I be preaching on niggas 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 ghetto
Yea I'm in a with more rooms than a hotello
I used to sit and Knicks moves, no Melo
Now I get to king moves on rose petals
Shorty stand still didn't no jell-o
she slow it down like when the lights go yellow
On real shit
I just want some shit
Not none of fuck shit
Sound like Barkley that Chuck shit
Fuck all of that weird shit I'm 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 what's up? Queens what's good?!
NYC
Slide what's
ain't ready