Video Karaoke Quiet Storm - Mobb Deep

Este tema es una versión de Quiet Storm, que popularizó Mobb Deep

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: 96.975 BPM

Tonalidad idéntica al original: REm

Duración: 04:38 - Escuchar en: 02:24

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

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

'Em bro day like a light
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
That shit is the truth
I'm lyin'
I put my lifetime in between the paper's lines
I'm the quiet storm nigga who fight rhyme
P, yeah, you heard of him but I ain't concerned with them
Nigga, I pop more guns than you holdin' them
Make my route while the sun's out and scold your men
Unload ten in broad daylight get right
Fuck your life hop on my '98 dirt bike
You try to stop mines from growin'
I'll make your blood stop flowin'
Take affirmative action to any ass if he askin'
Now here come the MAC-10 you's a dick blower
Tryin' to speak the Dunn language
What the drilly with that though it ain't bangin'
You hooked on Mobb-phonics infamous-bonics
Lyin' to the Pop Dog like you got it
You ain't no wildin' out for the Knife-Fist thrower
Rusty shank holder we live this shit
'Cos it's the real shit shit to make 'em feel shit
Lump '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
It's the real shit shit to make 'em feel shit
Lump '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, the P rock forty inch cables drinkin' White Label
My chain hang down to my dick my piece bang glass tables
Diamonds and guns before the fame, duke
A nigga like me hold TEC's are you the same too
Goin' through the emotions of gun holdin'
Long shotgun's down my pants leg, limpin'
Killa B, you still livin' even my pops too
He taught me how to shoot when I was seven
I used to bust shots crazy
I couldn't even look
Because the loud sound used to scare me
I love my pops for that
I love my nigga D. Black
I'll take the life of anybody tryin' to change what's left
And through all of that a nigga ain't scared of death
All y'all brand new niggas just scared to death
I spent too many nights sniffin' coke, gettin' right
Wastin' my life now I'm tryin' to make
Things right grand open some gates
Invest in the rag business do things for the kids
Build a jungle gym behind the crib
So they can enjoy youth
CBR's and VCR's
ATV's and big screen TV's nigga, please
Don't make me have to risk my freedom
We worked our whole life for this you get your shit beat in
Yo 'cos it's the real shit
Shit to make 'em feel shit
Lump '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
It go one, two three to the fourth
That nigga P-Double got that shit for y'alls
Peoples to rock to stirrin' up pots of brew
In hell's kitchen
I chef the impossible
To serve hot plates all across the Unified States
Sit down and sup' with the top rap reps
We the streets that's watchin' boy, move diligent
You better walk like a nigga on a tightrope do
Infamous first infantry first division, fourth mission
First assignment give 'em that shit
They been missin' my new edition's way bitchin'
Those that listen get addicted to my diction
Fuck rhymes
I write prescriptions
For your disease generic raps
Just not potent like P's one-thousand
One-hundred CC's on the throttle
I peel off chest naked on Katanas
Spaghetti head
Mobb niggas is full bred
Fully-blown melanin tone
I rock skeleton bone
Shirts and verses but thirst for worse beats
So I can put more product out on the street
Get respect and love all across the board
We've been adored for keepin' it raw
Nothin' less or more
I score every time for sure
While the rest of y'all niggas just nil
'Cos it's the real shit shit to make 'em feel shit
Lump '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
It's the real shit shit to make 'em feel shit
Lump '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

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