Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Storm

[Intro: DJ

LAUGH*

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

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

1: Fabolous]
I put my in between the papers line
Just a hustler out here trying to a dime
like when crackheads was beggin' me to take the nine
Man these bum ass rappers need to make a
That say rap for food, for real 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, still run my city and lapping' dudes
In the studio in a trappin' mood
On a beat from 99 that's still dude
See rap I'm rude, disrespectful with the flow
I met wifey she and call you bro
Shorty mouth disrespectful on the low
She like to on it disrespectful little ho
On some real shit, you need a real bitch
Chillin' when in public, not groupie'd out in the club bitch
Type you don't hear from you get up
It was quiet for you you started turning shit up
And that 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 these type chicks is up
Shorty lost her sponsor that was her up
I'm like hot damn ho here we go
nigga cut you off broke scenario again
No more you eating cereal again
No more lipo you big as again
Oh yea, quiet for you too
Wanna' talk cause they ain't as big as you
Wanna' throw dirt cause the bitch is you
Don't let the songs on the last 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 them Nadia, still bye bye to you
We ain't lacking got the thing out or we
We're I'm daddy's bang out in front of their children
My plan was to get the out and get them millions
Now it's mansions but used to out up in them buildings
Them boys in the was rowdy yea
You think Bobby and Rowdy yea
Now we out in Abu in Saudi air
Then they let me Ricky the Audi yea
(uh) on some Furious 7, rest in peace Paul Walker I hope you this in heaven
I be preaching on these you would swear it's a reverend
Four sweep flows in a series of seven
Its the F to the A to the B O-L-O-U-S you just get some mo'
I'm Frank Costello yea but more
Yea I'm in a house with more rooms a hotello
I to sit and watch Knicks moves, no Melo
Now I get to make moves on rose petals
Shorty stand didn't shake no jell-o
Then she it down like when the lights go yellow
On some real
I want some real shit
Not of this fuck shit
Sound like Barkley with Chuck shit
Fuck all of that weird shit I'm of that
If it ain't Young OG then it's quiet for
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