Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm

[Intro: DJ

LAUGH*

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

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

[Verse 1:
I put my lifetime in the papers line
Just a hustler out trying to make a dime
Feel like when crackheads was beggin' me to take the
Man these bum ass rappers need to make a
say will rap for food, for real scrap you're screwed
I put the paws on you and scrap you dudes
My goons in the audience still clap when
Put the Hawk in your chest and you dudes
I'm still snapping dude, run my city and still lapping' dudes
In the studio in a still mood
On a beat from 99 that's still slappin'
See rap I'm rude, disrespectful with the flow
I met wifey she and call you bro
mouth crazy disrespectful on the low
She like to spit on it disrespectful ho
On some real shit, you just need a real
Chillin' when in public, not some groupie'd out in the club
you don't hear from until you get up
It was quiet for you till you started turning 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 these 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 more Felipe you eating cereal
No more you big as Terio again
Oh yea, for you niggas too
Wanna' small talk they ain't as big as you
Wanna' throw cause the bitch 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 nine milli's, my two nah nahs
Used to call them Nadia, bye bye to you
We lacking got the thing out or we concealing
We're I'm from daddy's bang out in front of children
My plan was to get the gang out and get them
Now it's but used 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 let me Ricky Bobby the Audi yea
(uh) on some Furious 7, rest in peace Paul Walker I hope you hear this in
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 with more rooms than a
I to sit and watch Knicks moves, no Melo
Now I get to make king moves on petals
stand still didn't shake no jell-o
Then she slow it down like when the lights go
On some real
I just some real shit
Not none of this shit
Sound Barkley with that Chuck shit
Fuck all of weird 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