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

[Intro: Talley of
Yeah, TO3

[Verse 1: Talley of
Body after body all I know is murder, I'm the darkside
If I have to draw, serve volleyball, and drop it on y'all side
That's why I try hard to not get involved, and under God's lie
When I promise tomorrow just saw at face, and pray for the lost eyes
Nigga's playing games with this
Why I'm hopin brains get hit
I target minds, I talkin' shells
But I really aim in this
What's your direction,
Do you where you heading, nigga?
it's to the cheddar, nigga
Then the nigga, or whatever
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 nigga's
But sometimes I help it, it's not in my character
It's just God's that he carry with him
And you know that my berry them
Case the get too real, it's okay, get buried with them
I not Tom and Jerry with them
Cherry pick em, and drop every top that get with him
I should thank God I kickin' in doors no more
Emptying poles no
50's on the doe hoe
It ain't nothing to blow your
But I'm in it to go get the
Give and get the tryin' to reach the fans
Motivate they
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 rims nigga, I'm
My up bitch, I'm soarin'
FGE poppin', corn
And they
We got it fucking going on, porn, nigga

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

2: $avage]
I'm the nigga with the
And I lift em up, fingers up
To the PPD, 309 pistol where I'm from
Sip a lotta
a lotta gas, do a lotta drugs
If I ya boys bands, I hit him up
It'll be 2k, that'll him up
Call my Real
I'mma get the back, you go get the
like Montana's over my face when I hit em up
Roll on em like
Once I up seven better 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 these nigga's switch
a big a pole
With
Like a
On
Like I'm in the drive through
Give it to em through the window
Chopper
drop
Niggas away
Where I'm its the slums, nigga
Get theyself fucked up a lotta
I ain't saying you gotta pray
But I seen it coming like a away
I'm just what I got to say
Prolly not
But motherfucker got a day

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

[Verse 3:
Picture me rollin 2Pac
Out the window two Glocks
Pullin up tube socks
With more ratchets than a
Ain't a rapper, I'm a shooter
Your bitch, she gonna suck a loser
Slug me up like
Then it's back gettin that mulah,
Tip toe to that
that front door
Then it's door
While I pole for that cash
Hell no I don't need no
Nigga's hoes, already know
They don't want me up em on that ass
In that with the 4-0
Hop out at they ass
Acting like I never had
Cuz I never, ever, had
And after every I got a bad bitch
Touching on me a tablet
Yeah, that she on me
She just prolly wanna meet
But you the rules
Gotta broski
Then and broski

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

4: No Fatigue]
Blowin' powerpuff with bitches nice
Sugar with the
get em right
Coming the bottom like some fucking ice
See the green clear like a fuckin'
When I hit the booth it be nothin' nice
And bitches the D, I got a couple hypes
They gonna let me hit like a bunch of
When she it back like a bunch of hikes
Tell bud he better be wiser he get hit in his six pack
Right up the can, yeah, sip
That'll a pussy nigga sit back
He can get the like he bet a dub
He can get the like he bet on one
I bet I be if he bet the sun
Had to branch off from the separate
See boy ridin' like a street sign?
We gon' that pussy boy a peace sign
All these want me like iPhones
Tell her slide on me, I need
In ho's-tel, no room b
slidin', no room key
Your bitch like they boo-ing
Nigga's mad at me like
Young boy cool like the
Met a pretty girl the 3-Bs
in his house like fa-breeze
Mask on, can't see me
I don't rock with niggas cuz they
I be talkin' money, nigga's cheap
I be in her mouth false teeth
Then I'm in like flossing
Roll up smoking these Bs
I hit that in the eve
She it like tambourine
I had to hit and run
Hope she say please when I leave
I ball, I pull up like a
Her pussy like that lean
Touchin' my cuz I'm king
She wanna search just Bing
Now that bitch got she need
Ballin', but not in the

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

[Verse 5: of 300]
Fire in the
liars in the church
Scratch the surface, find a in the dirt
You gotta grind until it
I am triumphed and
rare, unfair, might start a riot with this verse
I will like Mufasa 'til I'm lyin' in the hearse
your lioners berzerk
I see clients in my
Ok, I'm breaded
You know I'm breaded like mozzarella
Godly, how is he sent but so devilish?
The coldest flow, colder any Eskimos ever been
Was shit
I served for 8 years, I felt the president
nailin' shit
You'll get off tonight like you workin' second
Wings up, all praise to the merciful and
I second the message
The truth ain't never
The future's present alive and resurrected
with me and I'm airin' opps
It get's uglier Carrot Top
Leave her pussy bloody like it's cherry
Six feet deep, three pair of
Put em in the ground, that's deep
We keep winnin', keep losin'
We twitter beef, bitch we shootin'
All clips, come preview it
clip in my ak got 50 in it, that's G-Unit
Got clip with a hundred rounds
That got mo' in it, 3 Stooges
Plus 30 in my Dez
Turn em red people
Whack em while their on
Nigga, icy dead
Glock sing when the mops
Lay em first like a box spring
Had to sauce on em like hot wings
We be in like a swat team
Squah!