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

[Intro: of 300]
Yeah, TO3

[Verse 1: Talley of
Body body all I know is murder, I'm from 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 stay under lie
When I promise tomorrow saw at their face, and pray for the lost eyes
Nigga's playing games with this
Why I'm brains will get hit
I target minds, I ain't talkin'
But I really aim in spit
What's direction, nigga?
Do you know you heading, nigga?
Hope it's to the cheddar,
the heaven nigga, or whatever
But be around me if you don't want better, nigga
Yeah I I'm ahead of nigga's
And I don't embellish,
I try not to embarrass
But sometimes I can't it, it's not in my character
It's just God's that he carry with him
And you know that my with them
the hate get too real, it's okay, get buried with them
I will not Tom and Jerry with
Cherry pick em, and drop every top that get hairy him
I should thank God I kickin' in doors no more
Emptying poles no
on the road doe hoe
It ain't nothing to your show
But I'm in it to go get the
Give and get the love tryin' to reach the
they plans
Give em I can
em to the man
Hopin' they
Cuz with no delay I'm
I'm grown, I'm
If it's war bitch, I'm blowin'
No nigga, I'm scorin'
My up bitch, I'm soarin'
FGE poppin', that's
And knowing
We got it fucking going on, porn, nigga

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

2: $avage]
I'm the with the wings
And I em up, middle fingers up
To the PPD, 309 county where I'm from
Sip a lotta
Roll a lotta gas, do a lotta
If I want ya bands, I hit him up
be 2k, that'll split him up
Call my Real
get the back, you go get the front
Bandannas like Montana's over my face I hit em up
Roll on em Alabama
I up seven 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
a big a pole
With
Like a
On
Like I'm workin in the drive
it to em right through the window
Chopper
drop
Niggas away
Where I'm its the slums, nigga
Get fucked up a lotta ways
I ain't that you gotta pray
But I seen it coming like a mile
I'm just saying I got to say
Prolly not
But motherfucker got a day

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

3: J-Real]
Picture me like 2Pac
Out the window blowin two
up like tube socks
With more ratchets a toolbox
Ain't a rapper, bitch I'm a
Your bitch, she gonna suck a loser
Slug me up like
Then it's back gettin that mulah,
Tip toe to cash
that front door
Then it's kick
While I grip pole for cash
Hell no I don't no mask
hoes, they already know
They don't me up foldin em on that ass
In 4-door with the 4-0
Hop out at they ass
like I never had shit
Cuz I never, ever, had
And after every I got a bad bitch
Touching on me a tablet
Yeah, bitch she on me
She just wanna meet Tony
But you know the
Gotta meet
broski and broski

[Intro: No
You know you gotta do broski
It's No
can remember this, too

[Verse 4: No
Blowin' powerpuff with these nice
with the spice
I'mma get em
Coming from the bottom like fucking ice
See the green clear like a fuckin'
When I hit the booth it be nothin' nice
And bitches want the D, I got a hypes
They gonna let me hit like a of likes
she throw it back like a bunch 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 forty 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 peace
All these want me like iPhones
Tell her slide on me, I iHome
In ho's-tel, no room b
slidin', no room key
Your bitch suck like they
Nigga's mad at me like
Young boy like the 3-Cs
Met a pretty girl the 3-Bs
Spray in his house like
Mask on, nigga see me
I don't rock niggas cuz they offbeat
I be talkin' money, nigga's cheap
I be in her mouth like false
Then I'm in between like
up smoking with these Bs
I hit that in the eve
She shake it like
I had to hit and run
Hope she don't say please I leave
I ball, I pull up a sleeve
Her pussy pink like that
my chest cuz I'm king
She wanna just like Bing
Now bitch got what she need
Ballin', but not in the

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

[Verse 5: Montana of
in the church
There's liars in the
Scratch the surface, a diamond in the dirt
You grind until it hurts
I am triumphed and
Flow rare, unfair, might a riot with this verse
I will father like 'til I'm lyin' in the hearse
Drive 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 flow, colder than any Eskimos ever been
Was shit
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 merciful and
I second the message
The truth never pleasant
The future's hip-hop's alive and resurrected
Play with me and I'm opps
It get's uglier Carrot Top
her pussy bloody like 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 clips, come preview it
This clip in my ak got 50 in it, that's
Got another clip a hundred rounds
That got mo' in it, that's 3
30 in my Dez Eagle
Turn em into red
Whack em their jewelry on
Nigga, icy dead
Glock when the mops ring
Lay em down first a box spring
Had to on em like some hot wings
We be goin in a swat team
Squah!