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

[Intro: Talley of
Yeah, TO3

[Verse 1: of 300]
Body after body all I know is murder, I'm the darkside
If I have to draw, serve like volleyball, and drop it on 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 hopin will get hit
I target minds, I ain't shells
But I aim in this spit
What's direction, nigga?
Do you know 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 nigga's
But I can't help it, it's not in my character
It's just God's will 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 top that get hairy with him
I should thank God I ain't kickin' in doors no
poles no more
50's on the doe hoe
It nothing to blow your show
But I'm in it to go get the
Give and get the tryin' to reach the fans
they plans
Give em I can
em to the man
Hopin' they
Cuz with no I'm gone
I'm grown, I'm
If it's war bitch, I'm blowin'
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!

2: $avage]
I'm the nigga the wings
And I em up, middle fingers up
To the PPD, 309 county where I'm from
Sip a lean
Roll a lotta gas, do a lotta
If I ya boys bands, I hit him up
be 2k, that'll split 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 Alabama
Once I up better give it up
a 6-4
Drop his top put em in the trunk
get low
Fore the fifth
big dro
36 O's
out big moe
my big bro
Momma me how these nigga's switch though
Keep a big a
extendos
Like a
On
Like I'm workin in the through
Give it to em right through the
spray
Bodies
Niggas away
Where I'm from its the slums,
Get theyself up a lotta ways
I saying that you gotta pray
But I it coming like a mile away
I'm saying 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

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

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

4: No Fatigue]
Blowin' powerpuff these bitches nice
with the spice
I'mma get em
Coming from the bottom like some ice
See the green clear like a fuckin'
When I hit the booth it don't be nice
And want the D, I got a couple hypes
gonna let me hit like a bunch of likes
When she throw it like a bunch of hikes
bud he better be wiser before he get hit in his six pack
Right up the can, yeah, sip
That'll make a 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 branch off the separate ones
See boy ridin' like a street sign?
We gon' that pussy boy a peace sign
All these bitches want me like
Tell her slide on me, I iHome
In your ho's-tel, no b
Still slidin', no key
bitch suck like they boo-ing
Nigga's mad at me oooo-weee
boy cool like the 3-Cs
Met a pretty girl with the
Spray in his house fa-breeze
on, nigga 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 between flossing
Roll up smoking these Bs
I hit bitch in the eve
She it like tambourine
I had to hit and run
she don't say please when I leave
I ball, I pull up a sleeve
Her pink like that lean
my chest cuz I'm king
She search just like Bing
Now bitch got what she need
Ballin', but not in the

[Intro: of 300]
Rap God, FGE
You already how we comin', man
Bases in this bitch

[Verse 5: Montana of
Fire in the
liars in the church
Scratch the surface, find a diamond in the
You grind until it hurts
I am and diversed
Flow rare, unfair, might a riot with this verse
I father like Mufasa 'til I'm lyin' in the hearse
Drive your lioners
I see in my merch
Ok, I'm bitch
You know I'm breaded like sticks
Godly, how is he heaven but so devilish?
The flow, colder than any Eskimos ever been
Was shit
I served for 8 years, I felt like the
nailin' shit
You'll get off tonight you workin' second shift
Wings up, all to the merciful and beneficent
I guess the message
The truth never pleasant
The future's hip-hop's alive and resurrected
Play me and I'm airin' opps
It get's than Carrot Top
her pussy bloody like it's cherry popped
Six feet deep, three pair of
Put em in the ground, that's rooted
We winnin', y'all keep losin'
We twitter beef, bitch we shootin'
All kinda clips, come it
This clip in my ak got 50 in it, G-Unit
Got another clip 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 people
Glock when the mops ring
Lay em down first like a box
Had to on em like some hot wings
We be goin in like a swat
Squah!