Luyện nghe bài hát Fge Cypher, Pt. 2 [Explicit]

[Intro: Talley of
Yeah, TO3

[Verse 1: Talley of
Body after body all I is murder, I'm from the darkside
If I have to draw, serve volleyball, and drop it on y'all side
why I try hard to not get involved, and stay under God's lie
When I promise just saw at their face, and pray for the lost eyes
playing games with this shit
Why I'm brains will get hit
I target minds, I ain't shells
But I really aim in spit
your direction, nigga?
Do you where you heading, nigga?
Hope to the cheddar, nigga
Then the heaven nigga, or
But be around me if you don't want better, nigga
Yeah I know I'm ahead of
And I don't embellish,
I try not to embarrass
But sometimes I can't it, it's not in my character
just God's will that he carry with him
And you know that my with them
Case the hate get too real, it's okay, get buried with
I not Tom and Jerry with them
Cherry em, and drop every top that get hairy with him
I should thank God I ain't kickin' in doors no
Emptying poles no
50's on the doe hoe
It ain't nothing to your show
But I'm in it to go get the
and get the love tryin' to reach the fans
Motivate plans
em what I can
em to the man
Hopin' advance
Cuz with no delay I'm
I'm grown, I'm
If it's war bitch, then I'm
No nigga, I'm scorin'
My wings up bitch, I'm
FGE poppin', corn
And they
We got it fucking going on, porn, nigga

[Intro:
FGE
Mob shit, man
Mob! $avage!

[Verse 2:
I'm the with the wings
And I em up, middle fingers up
To the PPD, 309 pistol county where I'm
Sip a lean
a lotta gas, do a lotta drugs
If I ya boys bands, I hit him up
It'll be 2k, split him up
Call my Real
get the back, you go get the front
Bandannas like over my face when I hit em up
Roll on em Alabama
I up seven better give it up
a 6-4
Drop his top then put em in the
get low
Fore the blow
big dro
36 O's
out big moe
my big bro
Momma told me how nigga's switch though
Keep a big a
extendos
Like a
On
I'm workin in the drive through
Give it to em right the window
Chopper
Bodies
Niggas away
Where I'm its the slums, nigga
Get theyself fucked up a ways
I ain't that you gotta pray
But I it coming like a mile away
I'm saying what I got to say
not today
But every got a day

J-Real]
Yeah, know how I'm rockin, bitch
J-Real, uh, 15

3: J-Real]
Picture me rollin 2Pac
Out the blowin two Glocks
Pullin up like socks
With more than a toolbox
Ain't a rapper, I'm a shooter
Your bitch, she gonna like a loser
me up like looter's
Then back gettin that mulah, yeah
Tip toe to cash
Till that door
Then it's door
While I grip pole for that
Hell no I don't need no
Nigga's hoes, already know
They don't want me up em on that ass
In 4-door with the 4-0
Hop out blowin' at ass
Acting like I had shit
Cuz I never, ever, had
And every show I got a bad bitch
on me like a tablet
Yeah, bitch she on me
She just prolly wanna Tony
But you know the
meet broski
Then broski and

[Intro: No
You know you gotta do 'nem
No Fatigue
Y'all can this, too

4: No Fatigue]
Blowin' with these bitches nice
Sugar the spice
get em right
Coming from the bottom some fucking ice
See the green clear like a Sprite
When I hit the booth it don't be nothin'
And want the D, I got a couple hypes
They gonna let me hit like a bunch of
When she throw it back like a of hikes
Tell bud he be wiser before he get hit in his six pack
Right up the can, yeah, sip
make a pussy nigga sit back
He can get the like he bet a dub
He can get the forty he bet on one
I bet I be if he bet the sun
Had to off from the separate ones
See that boy ridin' like a sign?
We gon' give that pussy boy a sign
All these bitches me like iPhones
Tell her on me, I need iHome
In ho's-tel, no room b
Still slidin', no key
Your bitch suck like they
Nigga's mad at me oooo-weee
Young boy like the 3-Cs
Met a girl with the 3-Bs
Spray in his like fa-breeze
Mask on, can't see me
I don't rock with cuz they offbeat
I be talkin' money, nigga's cheap
I be in her mouth like teeth
I'm in between like flossing
Roll up smoking with Bs
I hit bitch in the eve
She shake it like
I had to hit and run
Hope she don't say when I leave
I ball, I pull up a sleeve
Her pussy like that lean
my chest cuz I'm king
She wanna just like Bing
Now that bitch got she need
Ballin', but not in the

[Intro: Montana of
Rap God, FGE
You know how we comin', man
Bases in this bitch

[Verse 5: of 300]
Fire in the
There's in the church
Scratch the surface, find a diamond in the
You gotta grind until it
I am and diversed
Flow rare, unfair, might start a riot with verse
I will father like Mufasa I'm lyin' in the hearse
Drive your berzerk
I see in my merch
Ok, I'm breaded
You know I'm breaded like sticks
Godly, how is he sent but so devilish?
The coldest flow, colder than any Eskimos ever
Was shit
I for 8 years, I felt like the president
Been shit
You'll get off like you workin' second shift
up, all praise to the merciful and beneficent
I second the message
The truth ain't pleasant
The future's present hip-hop's and resurrected
with me and I'm airin' opps
It get's uglier Carrot Top
Leave her pussy bloody it's cherry popped
Six feet deep, three pair of
Put em in the ground, that's deep
We keep winnin', keep losin'
We don't twitter beef, we shootin'
All kinda clips, preview it
This clip in my ak got 50 in it, G-Unit
Got clip with a hundred rounds
That got mo' in it, 3 Stooges
30 in my Dez Eagle
Turn em red people
Whack em their jewelry on
Nigga, icy dead
sing when the mops ring
Lay em down like a box spring
Had to on em like some hot wings
We be in like a swat team
Squah!