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 from the
If I have to draw, serve like volleyball, and drop it on y'all
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 pray for the eyes
Nigga's playing games with shit
Why I'm brains will get hit
I target minds, I talkin' shells
But I really aim in spit
What's your direction,
Do you know where you heading,
it's to the cheddar, nigga
Then the heaven nigga, or
But be around me if you don't want better, nigga
Yeah I I'm ahead of nigga's
And I embellish, nigga
I try not to embarrass
But sometimes I help it, it's not in my character
It's just God's will he carry with him
And you that my berry with them
the hate get too real, it's okay, get buried with them
I not Tom and Jerry with them
Cherry pick em, and every top that get hairy with him
I should thank God I ain't kickin' in doors no
Emptying no more
50's on the doe hoe
It ain't nothing to your show
But I'm in it to go get the
Give and get the tryin' to reach the fans
they plans
Give em I can
em to the man
Hopin' they
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', that's
And knowing
We got it fucking on, that's porn, nigga

$avage]
FGE
Mob shit, man
Mob! $avage!

2: $avage]
I'm the nigga the wings
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 lotta
If I ya boys bands, I hit him up
It'll be 2k, split him up
Call my nigga
I'mma get the back, you go get the
Bandannas like over my face when I hit em up
on em like Alabama
Once I up seven better 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 me how these nigga's switch though
Keep a big a
With
a joystick
On
I'm workin in the drive through
Give it to em through the window
spray
Bodies
Niggas away
Where I'm its the slums, nigga
Get theyself fucked up a ways
I ain't saying that you pray
But I it coming like a mile away
I'm just saying I got to say
not today
But every got a day

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

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

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

[Verse 4: No
Blowin' powerpuff with these bitches
Sugar with the
I'mma get em
Coming from the bottom some fucking ice
See the green like a fuckin' Sprite
When I hit the booth it don't be nothin'
And bitches want the D, I got a hypes
They let me hit like a bunch of likes
she throw it back like a bunch of hikes
Tell bud he better be before he get hit in his six pack
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 off from the separate ones
See boy ridin' like a street sign?
We gon' give that pussy boy a peace
All bitches 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 boo-ing
Nigga's mad at me like
Young boy cool the 3-Cs
Met a pretty girl with the
in his house like fa-breeze
Mask on, can't see me
I rock with niggas cuz they offbeat
I be talkin' money, nigga's talk
I be in her mouth like false
I'm in between like flossing
Roll up smoking these Bs
I hit that in the eve
She it like tambourine
I had to hit and run
Hope she don't say please I leave
I ball, I pull up like a
Her pink like that lean
my chest 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 already how we comin', man
Bases loaded in bitch

[Verse 5: Montana of
Fire in the
liars in the church
Scratch the surface, find a diamond in the
You gotta until it hurts
I am and diversed
Flow rare, unfair, start a riot with this verse
I will father like 'til I'm lyin' in the hearse
your lioners berzerk
I see in my merch
Ok, I'm bitch
You know I'm like mozzarella 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 like the
Been shit
get off tonight like you workin' second shift
Wings up, all to the merciful and beneficent
I guess the message
The truth never pleasant
The future's present alive and resurrected
Play with me and I'm airin'
It get's uglier Carrot Top
Leave her pussy like it's cherry popped
Six deep, three pair of socks
Put em in the ground, that's rooted
We keep winnin', y'all losin'
We don't twitter beef, we shootin'
All kinda clips, preview it
This clip in my ak got 50 in it, that's
Got clip with a hundred rounds
That got mo' in it, that's 3
30 in my Dez Eagle
Turn em red people
Whack em while their on
Nigga, icy dead
Glock sing when the mops
Lay em down first like a box
Had to sauce on em like some hot
We be in like a swat team
Squah!