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, like 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 their face, and pray for the lost
Nigga's playing games this shit
Why I'm brains will get hit
I target minds, I ain't shells
But I really aim in spit
What's direction, nigga?
Do you know where you heading,
Hope it's to the cheddar,
Then the heaven nigga, or
But can't be around me if you don't want better,
Yeah I know I'm ahead of
And I embellish, nigga
I try not to embarrass
But I can't help it, it's not in my character
It's just will that he carry with him
And you that my berry with them
Case the hate get too real, it's okay, get 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 ain't in doors no more
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
Motivate they
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 rims nigga, I'm
My wings up bitch, I'm
FGE poppin', corn
And they
We got it fucking on, that's porn, nigga

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

2: $avage]
I'm the nigga with the
And I lift em up, middle up
To the PPD, 309 pistol where I'm from
Sip a lean
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
Bandannas like over my face when I hit em up
Roll on em Alabama
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 nigga's switch though
a big a pole
With
a joystick
On
Like I'm workin in the through
Give it to em right through the
spray
Bodies
Niggas ride
Where I'm its the slums, nigga
Get theyself fucked up a ways
I saying that you gotta pray
But I it coming like a mile away
I'm just what I got to say
not today
But every got a day

[Intro:
Yeah, y'all how I'm rockin, bitch
J-Real, uh, 15

3: J-Real]
Picture me rollin like
Out the window blowin two
up like tube socks
With more ratchets than a
Ain't a rapper, bitch I'm a
Your bitch, she gonna suck like a
me up like looter's
Then it's back that mulah, yeah
Tip toe to that
Till front door
it's kick door
While I grip pole for cash
Hell no I don't need no
hoes, they already know
They don't want me up foldin em on ass
In 4-door with the 4-0
Hop out at they 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 prolly wanna meet Tony
But you know the
Gotta broski
Then and broski

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

4: No Fatigue]
Blowin' powerpuff with these nice
with the spice
I'mma get em
from the bottom like some fucking ice
See the green clear like a Sprite
When I hit the booth it don't be nice
And bitches the D, I got a couple hypes
gonna let me hit like a bunch of likes
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
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 the separate ones
See boy ridin' like a street sign?
We give that pussy boy a peace sign
All these bitches me like iPhones
Tell her slide on me, I iHome
In your ho's-tel, no b
slidin', no room key
Your suck like they boo-ing
mad at me like oooo-weee
Young boy like the 3-Cs
Met a pretty with the 3-Bs
Spray in his like fa-breeze
on, nigga can't see me
I don't with niggas cuz they offbeat
I be talkin' money, nigga's talk
I be in her mouth like false
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 don't say please I leave
I ball, I up like a sleeve
Her pussy pink that lean
Touchin' my chest cuz I'm
She wanna just like Bing
Now bitch got what she need
Ballin', but not in the

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

[Verse 5: of 300]
Fire in the
There's liars in the
Scratch the surface, find a diamond in the
You gotta until it hurts
I am and diversed
Flow rare, unfair, might start a riot with this
I will father like 'til 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 heaven but so devilish?
The coldest flow, colder any Eskimos ever been
Was sellin'
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 second guess the
The truth ain't never
The future's present hip-hop's alive and
with me and I'm airin' opps
It get's uglier than Top
Leave her pussy bloody like it's cherry
Six feet deep, three pair of
Put em in the ground, that's rooted
We keep winnin', keep losin'
We don't twitter beef, we shootin'
All kinda clips, come it
clip in my ak got 50 in it, that's 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 sing the mops ring
Lay em first like a box spring
Had to on em like some hot wings
We be goin in like a swat
Squah!