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

[Intro: of 300]
Yeah, TO3

[Verse 1: of 300]
after body all I know is murder, I'm from the darkside
If I have to draw, serve like volleyball, and it on y'all side
why I try hard to not get involved, and stay under God's lie
When I promise tomorrow just saw at their face, and pray for the eyes
Nigga's playing with this shit
Why I'm hopin will get hit
I target minds, I talkin' shells
But I aim in this spit
What's your direction,
Do you know you heading, nigga?
Hope to the cheddar, nigga
Then the heaven nigga, or
But can't be me if you don't want better, nigga
Yeah I know I'm of nigga's
And I don't embellish,
I try not to nigga's
But sometimes I can't help it, not in my character
It's just God's will that he with him
And you know that my berry them
the hate get too real, it's okay, get buried with them
I will not Tom and with them
Cherry pick em, and every top that get hairy with him
I should thank God I ain't kickin' in doors no
Emptying poles no
on the road doe hoe
It ain't to blow your show
But I'm in it to go get the
and get the love tryin' to reach the fans
Motivate 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, then I'm
No nigga, I'm scorin'
My wings up bitch, I'm
FGE poppin', corn
And they
We got it going 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, fingers up
To the PPD, 309 county where I'm from
Sip a lean
Roll a lotta gas, do a drugs
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 like
Once I up seven better 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 told me how nigga's switch though
Keep a big a
With
a joystick
On
Like I'm workin in the drive
it to em right through the window
Chopper
drop
Niggas ride
Where I'm its the slums, nigga
Get theyself fucked up a ways
I ain't that you gotta pray
But I seen it coming like a away
I'm just saying I got to say
not today
But every 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 tube
more ratchets than a toolbox
Ain't a rapper, bitch I'm a
Your bitch, she suck like a loser
Slug me up looter's
it's back gettin that mulah, yeah
Tip toe to cash
Till that front
it's kick door
While I pole for that cash
no I don't need no mask
Nigga's hoes, already know
They don't me up foldin em on that ass
In 4-door with the 4-0
Hop out at they ass
Acting like I had shit
Cuz I never, ever, had
And after show I got a bad bitch
Touching on me a tablet
Yeah, that she on me
She just wanna meet Tony
But you the rules
Gotta meet
broski and broski

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

[Verse 4: No
Blowin' powerpuff with bitches nice
Sugar with the
get em right
Coming from the bottom like some ice
See the green clear a fuckin' Sprite
When I hit the booth it don't be nothin'
And bitches the D, I got a couple hypes
They gonna let me hit a bunch of likes
When she throw it back a bunch of hikes
Tell bud he better be wiser he get hit in his six pack
up the can, yeah, sip that
That'll make a pussy 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 from the ones
See that boy ridin' like a street
We gon' that pussy boy a peace sign
All these bitches me like iPhones
Tell her on me, I need iHome
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 like the 3-Cs
Met a girl with the 3-Bs
Spray in his house like
Mask on, can't see me
I don't rock with niggas cuz offbeat
I be talkin' money, talk cheap
I be in her like false teeth
I'm in between like flossing
Roll up with these Bs
I hit bitch in the eve
She shake it tambourine
I had to hit and run
she don't say please when I leave
I ball, I pull up a sleeve
Her pussy like that lean
Touchin' my chest cuz I'm
She search 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: Montana of
Fire in the
There's in the church
Scratch the surface, find a in the dirt
You gotta grind it hurts
I am and diversed
Flow rare, unfair, might start a with this verse
I will father like Mufasa I'm lyin' in the hearse
Drive your lioners
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 sellin'
I served for 8 years, I felt like the
Been nailin'
get off tonight like you workin' second shift
Wings up, all praise to the and beneficent
I guess the message
The truth ain't pleasant
The future's present hip-hop's alive and
Play me and I'm airin' opps
It get's uglier than Top
Leave her pussy bloody like it's popped
Six feet deep, pair of socks
Put em in the ground, that's rooted
We keep winnin', keep losin'
We don't twitter beef, bitch we
All clips, come preview it
This in my ak got 50 in it, that's G-Unit
Got another clip with a rounds
got mo' in it, that's 3 Stooges
Plus 30 in my Dez
Turn em into red
Whack em while jewelry on
Nigga, icy people
sing when the mops ring
Lay em first like a box spring
Had to sauce on em some hot wings
We be goin in like a team
Squah!