Video Karaoke Quiet Storm (remix) - Mobb Deep & Lil' Kim

Este tema es una versión de Quiet Storm (remix), que popularizó Mobb Deep
feat. Lil' Kim

Formatos disponibles:

CDG (MP3+G)
MP4
KFN
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El formato CDG (también llamado CD+G o MP3+G) es compatible con la mayoría de los reproductores de karaoke. Incluye un archivo MP3 y la letra sincronizada (Versión Karaoke solo vende archivos digitales (MP3+G) y NO recibirás un CD).

Los archivos MP4 pueden reproducirse en MAC OS X y Windows 7 de manera predeterminada.
Si tienes Windows XP o Vista, puedes utilizar Windows Media Player 12.

Este formato es compatible con el KaraFun Windows Player, un programa de karaoke gratuito. Te permite activar o desactivar los coros y la voz principal, además de cambiar el tono o el tempo.

Con tu compra podrás descargar el vídeo tantas veces como quieras en todos estos formatos.

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Con coros (con o sin voces en la versión KFN)

Mismo tempo que el original: 97.49 BPM

Tonalidad idéntica al original: REm

Duración: 04:07 - Escuchar en: 01:04

Fecha de publicación: 1999
Géneros: Rap & Hip-Hop, En inglés
Compositor original: Melvin Glover, Albert Johnson, Sylvia Robinson, Kejuan Muchita, Kimberly Jones

Todo el contenido de nuestro sitio web es reproducido íntegramente por nuestros músicos en el estudio. No utilizamos ninguna parte de las grabaciones originales ni hacemos uso de tecnología de separación de stems con IA de ninguna manera.

Letra Quiet Storm (remix)

In broad daylight get right
Just been through it all, man
Blood, sweat, and tears
Niggas is dead and shit
What the fuck else can happen, yo
I don't think much more son, word to mother, yo
We done seen it all and been through it all, yo
Let y'all niggas know right now
Word to mother for real, for real
Queen Bee baby
That shit is the truth
Lil' Kim, B.I.G
I lie
Yo, blowin' niggas with rusty-ass German things
Keepin' it thorough is our motherfuckin' claim to fame
Throw on your wetsuit when it rains it pours and all
Hit 'em with the four
Don't even know him from a hole in the wall
Get at me, niggas wanna clap me
Snitches wanna rat me
Put it right where they back be
Keep my Dunns close to me enemies even closer
Sendin' kites with the Motorolas, yo
Give 'em the cold shoulder with a hollow-tip to match
Bad apple outta the batch obsessed with gats
Since a little dude, eatin' niggas food buck-fifty's
Niggas can kill me but they comin' wit me
How about that, send the Queen Bee to attack
Only a fly bitch like that can leave 'em relaxed
Rock 'em to sleep, make 'em think the drama is dead
Yo, I smile up in your face though I'm plottin' instead
Yo, it's the real shit
Shit to make you feel shit
Thump 'em in the club shit
Have you wildin' out when you bump this
Drugs to your eardrum the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD 'cos it's never enough
Yo, it's the real shit
Shit to make you feel shit
Thump 'em in the club shit
Have you wildin' out when you bump this
Drugs to your eardrum the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD 'cos it's never enough
Hot damn ho, here we go again
Light as a rock, bitch hard as a cock, bitch
This shit knock for blocks through hardtops in the parking lots where my nigga Roc like to spark-a-lot
My Brooklyn style speak for itself
Like a wrestler, another notch under my belt
The embezzler, chrome treasurer
The U-N-O competitor
I'm ten steps ahead of ya
I'm a leader, y'all on some followin' shit
Comin' in this game on some modelin' shit
Bitches suck cock just to get to the top
I put a hundred percent in every line I drop
It's the Q to the B with the M-O, B-B
Queensbridge Brooklyn and we D-double-E-P, what
Y'all wish y'all lived the life I live
Ayo Prodigy, tell 'em what this is Dunn
Yo, it's the real shit
Shit to make you feel shit
Thump 'em in the club shit
Have you wildin' out when you bump this
Drugs to your eardrum the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD 'cos it's never enough
Yo, it's the real shit
Shit to make you feel shit
Thump 'em in the club shit
Have you wildin' out when you bump this
Drugs to your eardrum the raw uncut
Yo, yo
I could never get enough of it
Have a nigga OD 'cos it's never enough
Yo, that's my shit
I need that shit, to boost my adrenaline
Yo, rock that shit
That real life shit
Makes bitches wanna thug it
Makes the projects love it
We come through like, fuck it
Y'all want problems pursue it, let's do it
Infamous Mobb bosses
Check out the portrait at the round table, my Dunn speakin' with his Twin ghost
It's gangster how we rock while you watch
Attracted to our style this is how we get down
With big jewelry and big guns
We get busy, it get grizzly
Beat niggas bloody
Twist niggas frontin' get to runnin'
'Fore the mens get to dumpin' the fans get to thumpin'
M-O-B-B got the whole spot jumpin'
When my niggas step in the place
Damn, you gotta love it
Yo, it's the real shit
Shit to make you feel shit
Thump 'em in the club shit
Have you wildin' out when you bump this
Drugs to your eardrum the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD 'cos it's never enough
Yo, it's the real shit
Shit to make you feel shit
Thump 'em in the club shit
Have you wildin' out when you bump this
Drugs to your eardrum the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD 'cos it's never enough
Uh
Bash that
It's the real
Heh, it's the real, baby
Bash that
Uh, fuck it, goodbye
Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
Oh yeah
Go

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