Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm

[Intro: DJ

*EVIL

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

We done seen it all, thru it all
quiet

[Verse 1:
I put my lifetime in between the line
Just a out here trying to make a dime
Feel like when crackheads was beggin' me to take the
Man these bum ass need to make a sign
That say will rap for food, for scrap you're screwed
I put the paws on you and lil' scrap you
My goons in the audience clap when cued
Put the Hawk in your chest and Millsap you
I'm still snapping dude, still run my and still lapping' dudes
In the studio in a still trappin'
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 mouth disrespectful on the low
She like to spit on it disrespectful ho
On some real shit, you need a real bitch
Chillin' when in public, not some 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 ain't real bitch, you more like a bill bitch
Fridge ain't got no grub but it's eat the booty like it's Publix??
Run into type chicks NOTHING is up
Shorty lost her that was cuffin' her up
I'm like hot damn ho we go again
Your cut you off broke scenario again
No Felipe you eating cereal again
No more you big as Terio again
Oh yea, quiet for you too
small talk cause they ain't as big as you
Wanna' dirt cause the bitch is diggin' you
Don't let the 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 twin milli's, my two nah nahs
Used to call them Nadia, bye bye to you
We ain't got the thing out or we concealing
We're I'm from daddy's bang out in 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 them
boys in the lobby was rowdy yea
You gotta' think Bobby and yea
Now we out in Abu Dhabi in air
Then they let me Bobby the Audi yea
(uh) on some Furious 7, rest in peace Paul Walker I you hear this in heaven
I be preaching on these niggas you would swear it's a
Four game sweep flows in a of seven
Its the F to the A to the B you just get some mo' rellos'
I'm Frank yea but more ghetto
Yea I'm in a house with rooms than a hotello
I used to sit and Knicks moves, no Melo
Now I get to make moves on rose petals
Shorty stand still shake no jell-o
Then she it down like when the lights go yellow
On real shit
I just want some real
Not of this fuck shit
Sound Barkley with that Chuck shit
Fuck all of that weird I'm tired of that
If it ain't Young OG it's quiet for that
the real...

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