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

[Intro: Talley of
Yeah, TO3

[Verse 1: Talley of
after body all I know is murder, I'm from 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 stay God's lie
I promise tomorrow just saw at their face, and pray for the lost eyes
Nigga's playing with this shit
Why I'm brains will get hit
I target minds, I talkin' shells
But I aim in this spit
What's your direction,
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 better, nigga
Yeah I I'm ahead of nigga's
And I don't embellish,
I try not to embarrass
But sometimes I help it, it's not in my character
It's just will that he carry with him
And you know my berry with them
Case the hate get too real, okay, get buried with them
I not Tom and Jerry with them
Cherry pick em, and drop every top that get hairy him
I should thank God I ain't in doors no more
Emptying no more
50's on the doe hoe
It ain't nothing to blow show
But I'm in it to go get the
Give and get the love tryin' to reach the
Motivate they
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, then I'm
No rims nigga, I'm
My wings up bitch, I'm
FGE poppin', that's
And they
We got it fucking going on, porn, nigga

$avage]
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 county I'm from
Sip a lotta
Roll a lotta gas, do a drugs
If I ya boys bands, I hit him up
It'll be 2k, that'll him up
my nigga Real
I'mma get the back, you go get the
Bandannas like over my face when I hit em up
Roll on em like
I up seven better give 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 me how these nigga's switch though
a big a pole
With
a joystick
On
Like I'm workin in the through
it to em right 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 it coming like a mile away
I'm just saying I got to say
Prolly not
But every got a day

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

3: J-Real]
Picture me like 2Pac
Out the window blowin two
Pullin up tube socks
With more ratchets than a
a rapper, bitch I'm a shooter
Your bitch, she gonna suck a loser
me up like looter's
Then it's back gettin mulah, yeah
Tip toe to cash
Till that door
Then it's door
While I grip pole for cash
Hell no I need no mask
Nigga's hoes, already know
They want me up foldin em on that ass
In that 4-door the 4-0
Hop out blowin' at ass
Acting like I never had
Cuz I never, ever, had
And after show I got a bad bitch
Touching on me like a
Yeah, that she on me
She prolly wanna meet Tony
But you the rules
Gotta broski
Then and broski

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

[Verse 4: No
Blowin' powerpuff with these bitches
Sugar the spice
get em right
Coming 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 want the D, I got a hypes
They gonna let me hit like a of likes
When she throw it like a bunch of hikes
Tell bud he better be wiser he get hit in his six pack
Right up the can, yeah, sip
make a pussy 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 give that pussy boy a peace sign
All these bitches want me iPhones
Tell her slide on me, I need
In ho's-tel, no room b
slidin', no room key
Your bitch suck like they
Nigga's mad at me oooo-weee
Young boy cool like the
Met a girl with the 3-Bs
in his house like fa-breeze
Mask on, can't see me
I don't rock with niggas cuz they
I be money, nigga's talk cheap
I be in her mouth like 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 when I leave
I ball, I pull up a sleeve
Her pink like that lean
Touchin' my chest cuz I'm
She wanna search just like
Now that got what she need
Ballin', but not in the

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

[Verse 5: Montana of
Fire in the
There's liars in the
Scratch the surface, find a diamond in the
You gotta grind 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
your lioners berzerk
I see clients in my
Ok, I'm bitch
You know I'm breaded like sticks
Godly, how is he sent but so devilish?
The coldest flow, than any Eskimos ever been
Was shit
I served for 8 years, I like the president
nailin' shit
You'll get off tonight you workin' second shift
Wings up, all praise to the merciful and
I second guess the
The truth ain't never
The future's hip-hop's alive and resurrected
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 deep
We keep winnin', y'all keep
We don't twitter beef, we shootin'
All kinda clips, preview it
This clip in my ak got 50 in it, that's
Got another clip a hundred rounds
got mo' in it, that's 3 Stooges
Plus 30 in my Dez
Turn em into red
em while their jewelry on
Nigga, icy people
Glock sing when the mops
Lay em first like a box spring
Had to on em like some hot wings
We be goin in like a swat
Squah!