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 like volleyball, and drop it on 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 for the lost eyes
Nigga's games with this shit
Why I'm hopin brains get hit
I target minds, I ain't talkin'
But I really aim in this
What's direction, nigga?
Do you where you heading, nigga?
it's to the cheddar, nigga
Then the nigga, or whatever
But can't be around me if you don't want better,
I know 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
just God's will that he carry with him
And you know that my with them
Case the hate get too real, it's okay, get with them
I not Tom and Jerry with them
Cherry em, and drop every top that get hairy with him
I should thank God I ain't kickin' in no more
poles no more
50's on the doe hoe
It ain't nothing to blow show
But I'm in it to go get the
and get the love tryin' to reach the fans
Motivate plans
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, I'm blowin'
No rims nigga, I'm
My up bitch, I'm soarin'
FGE poppin', that's
And they
We got it fucking on, that's porn, nigga

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FGE
Mob shit, man
Mob! $avage!

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I'm the nigga with the
And I lift em up, fingers up
To the PPD, 309 pistol county where I'm
Sip a lean
a lotta gas, do a lotta drugs
If I ya boys 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 when I hit em up
Roll on em like
Once I up seven give it up
a 6-4
Drop his top put em in the trunk
get low
Fore the blow
big dro
36 O's
out big moe
my big bro
Momma told me how these nigga's switch
Keep a big a
extendos
Like a
On
Like I'm in the drive through
Give it to em through the window
Chopper
drop
Niggas ride
I'm from its the slums, nigga
Get theyself fucked up a lotta
I ain't that you gotta pray
But I seen it like a mile away
I'm just what I got to say
not today
But motherfucker got a day

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

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

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

[Verse 4: No
Blowin' powerpuff these bitches nice
Sugar with the
get em right
Coming from the bottom like some ice
See the green clear like a fuckin'
When I hit the it don't be nothin' nice
And bitches want the D, I got a hypes
They let me hit like a bunch of likes
When she throw it back like a of hikes
Tell bud he better be wiser before he get hit in his six
up the can, yeah, sip that
That'll make a 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 ones
See that boy like a street sign?
We gon' give that boy a peace sign
All these want me like iPhones
Tell her slide on me, I iHome
In ho's-tel, no room b
Still slidin', no key
Your bitch suck like they
Nigga's mad at me like
boy cool like the 3-Cs
Met a pretty girl with the
Spray in his like fa-breeze
Mask on, nigga see me
I don't with niggas cuz they offbeat
I be money, nigga's talk cheap
I be in her like false teeth
I'm in between like flossing
Roll up smoking these Bs
I hit that in the eve
She shake it 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 like 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 know how we comin', man
loaded in this bitch

[Verse 5: of 300]
in the church
There's liars in the
Scratch the surface, a diamond in the dirt
You gotta grind until it
I am and diversed
rare, unfair, might start a riot with this verse
I will father like 'til I'm lyin' in the hearse
Drive your berzerk
I see clients in my
Ok, I'm breaded
You know I'm breaded like sticks
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 the president
Been nailin'
You'll get off 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 airin'
It get's uglier than Top
Leave her pussy bloody like it's popped
Six feet deep, three pair of
Put em in the ground, that's rooted
We keep winnin', y'all keep
We twitter beef, bitch we shootin'
All kinda clips, preview it
This in my ak got 50 in it, that's G-Unit
Got clip with a hundred rounds
got mo' in it, that's 3 Stooges
Plus 30 in my Dez
Turn em red people
em while their jewelry on
Nigga, icy people
Glock sing the mops ring
Lay em first like a box spring
Had to sauce on em some hot wings
We be goin in a swat team
Squah!