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

[Intro: of 300]
Yeah, TO3

[Verse 1: Talley of
Body after body all I know is murder, I'm the darkside
If I to draw, serve like volleyball, and drop it on y'all side
That's why I try to not get involved, and stay under God's lie
I promise tomorrow just saw at their face, and pray for the lost eyes
Nigga's playing games this shit
Why I'm brains will get hit
I minds, I ain't talkin' shells
But I really aim in spit
What's direction, nigga?
Do you where you heading, nigga?
it's 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 embarrass
But I can't help it, it's not in my character
It's just God's will that he with him
And you know that my berry with
Case the hate get too real, it's okay, get buried with
I not Tom and Jerry with them
Cherry pick em, and drop every top that get hairy him
I thank God I ain't kickin' in doors no more
Emptying poles no
on the road doe hoe
It nothing to blow your 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 war bitch, then I'm blowin'
No nigga, I'm scorin'
My wings up bitch, I'm
FGE poppin', corn
And knowing
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 the wings
And I lift em up, fingers up
To the PPD, 309 pistol where I'm from
Sip a lotta
a lotta gas, do a lotta drugs
If I want ya bands, I hit him up
It'll be 2k, that'll him up
Call my nigga
get the back, you go get the front
Bandannas like Montana's over my when I hit em up
Roll on em like
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
a joystick
On
Like I'm in the drive through
it to em right through the window
Chopper
drop
Niggas away
Where I'm from its the slums,
Get theyself fucked up a lotta
I ain't that you gotta pray
But I seen it coming like a away
I'm saying 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

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

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

[Verse 4: No
Blowin' powerpuff with these nice
Sugar with the
I'mma get em
Coming from the bottom like fucking ice
See the green clear like a Sprite
When I hit the booth it don't be nothin'
And bitches want the D, I got a couple
gonna 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 pussy nigga sit
He can get the forty 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 separate
See that boy like a street sign?
We gon' give that pussy boy a sign
All bitches want me like iPhones
her slide on me, I need iHome
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 the 3-Cs
Met a pretty girl with the
in his house like fa-breeze
Mask on, nigga see me
I rock with niggas cuz they offbeat
I be talkin' money, nigga's talk
I be in her mouth false teeth
Then I'm in like flossing
Roll up smoking with Bs
I hit bitch in the eve
She shake it like
I had to hit and run
Hope she don't say please when I
I ball, I pull up a sleeve
Her pussy pink like that
Touchin' my cuz I'm king
She wanna search just Bing
Now that 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
Fire in the
There's liars in the
Scratch the surface, find a diamond in the
You gotta grind it hurts
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 lioners berzerk
I see in my merch
Ok, I'm bitch
You know I'm breaded like sticks
Godly, how is he sent but so devilish?
The coldest flow, colder than any Eskimos ever
Was sellin'
I served for 8 years, I felt the president
Been nailin'
You'll get off tonight like you second shift
Wings up, all praise to the merciful and
I second the message
The truth ain't never
The future's present hip-hop's and resurrected
Play with me and I'm airin'
It get's uglier Carrot Top
Leave her pussy like it's cherry popped
Six feet deep, three of socks
Put em in the ground, that's deep
We keep winnin', y'all losin'
We twitter beef, bitch we shootin'
All clips, come preview it
This 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 their jewelry on
Nigga, icy people
Glock when the mops ring
Lay em down first a box spring
Had to on em like some hot wings
We be goin in like a swat
Squah!