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

[Intro: of 300]
Yeah, TO3

[Verse 1: Talley of
Body after 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 stay God's lie
When I promise tomorrow just saw at their face, and for the lost eyes
Nigga's playing games with this
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 know where you heading,
Hope to the cheddar, nigga
Then the nigga, or whatever
But can't be around me if you don't better, nigga
I know I'm ahead of nigga's
And I don't embellish,
I try not to nigga's
But sometimes I can't help it, it's not in my
It's God's will that he carry with him
And you that my berry with them
Case the get too real, it's okay, get buried with them
I will not Tom and Jerry them
Cherry em, and drop every top that get hairy with him
I should thank God I ain't in doors no more
poles no more
50's on the doe hoe
It ain't to blow your show
But I'm in it to go get the
Give and get the love to reach the fans
Motivate plans
em what I can
em to the man
Hopin' they
Cuz no delay I'm gone
I'm grown, I'm
If it's war bitch, then I'm
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!

[Verse 2:
I'm the nigga with the
And I lift em up, middle up
To the PPD, 309 pistol where I'm from
Sip a lean
Roll a gas, do a lotta drugs
If I want ya bands, I hit him up
be 2k, that'll split him up
Call my nigga
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 blow
big dro
36 O's
out big moe
my big bro
Momma told me how nigga's switch though
a big a pole
With
Like a
On
Like I'm workin in the through
it to em right through the window
Chopper
Bodies
Niggas ride
Where I'm from its the slums,
Get theyself up a lotta ways
I saying that you gotta pray
But I seen it coming like a away
I'm just what I got to say
not today
But motherfucker got a day

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

3: J-Real]
Picture me rollin 2Pac
Out the window two Glocks
Pullin up like tube
With ratchets than a toolbox
Ain't a rapper, bitch I'm a
bitch, she gonna suck like a loser
Slug me up looter's
it's back gettin that mulah, yeah
Tip toe to that
Till that front
Then it's kick
While I grip for that cash
Hell no I don't no mask
Nigga's hoes, they know
They want me up foldin em on that ass
In that 4-door 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
on me like a tablet
Yeah, bitch she on me
She just prolly wanna meet
But you know the
Gotta meet
Then and broski

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

[Verse 4: No
Blowin' powerpuff these bitches nice
Sugar with the
get em right
Coming the bottom like some fucking ice
See the green like a fuckin' Sprite
When I hit the booth it be nothin' nice
And want the D, I got a couple hypes
They let me hit like a bunch of likes
When she throw it back a bunch of hikes
Tell bud he better be wiser before he get hit in his six
up the can, yeah, sip that
That'll 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 branch off from the ones
See that boy ridin' like a sign?
We gon' give that pussy boy a sign
All these want me like iPhones
Tell her slide on me, I need
In your ho's-tel, no b
Still slidin', no key
Your bitch suck like they
Nigga's mad at me like
Young boy 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 mouth false teeth
Then I'm in like flossing
Roll up with these Bs
I hit bitch in the eve
She it like tambourine
I had to hit and run
Hope she don't say when I leave
I ball, I pull up a sleeve
Her pussy pink that lean
Touchin' my chest cuz I'm
She wanna search like Bing
Now bitch got what 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: of 300]
Fire in the
There's liars in the
Scratch the surface, find a in the dirt
You gotta until it hurts
I am triumphed and
Flow rare, unfair, might a riot with this verse
I father like Mufasa 'til I'm lyin' in the hearse
Drive your lioners
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 sellin'
I for 8 years, I felt like the president
Been nailin'
You'll get off tonight like you workin' second
Wings up, all praise to the and beneficent
I second the message
The truth ain't pleasant
The present hip-hop's alive and resurrected
with me and I'm airin' opps
It get's uglier than Top
Leave her pussy like it's cherry popped
Six deep, three pair of socks
Put em in the ground, that's rooted
We winnin', y'all keep losin'
We twitter beef, bitch we shootin'
All kinda clips, come it
This in my ak got 50 in it, that's G-Unit
Got another with a hundred rounds
That got mo' in it, 3 Stooges
30 in my Dez Eagle
Turn em into red
em while their jewelry on
Nigga, icy dead
Glock sing when the ring
Lay em down first a box spring
Had to sauce on em some hot wings
We be goin in like a team
Squah!