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

[Intro: of 300]
Yeah, TO3

[Verse 1: of 300]
after body all I know is murder, I'm from the darkside
If I have to draw, serve volleyball, and drop it on y'all side
That's why I try hard to not get involved, and stay God's lie
When I tomorrow just saw at their face, and pray for the lost eyes
Nigga's playing games this shit
Why I'm hopin brains get hit
I target minds, I ain't talkin'
But I really aim in spit
your direction, nigga?
Do you where you heading, nigga?
Hope it's to the cheddar,
Then the heaven nigga, or
But can't be me if you don't want better, nigga
I know I'm ahead of nigga's
And I embellish, nigga
I try not to nigga's
But sometimes I can't help it, not in my character
It's just God's will that he with him
And you know my berry with them
Case the get too real, it's okay, get buried with them
I will not Tom and Jerry with
pick em, and drop every top that get hairy with him
I should thank God I kickin' in doors no more
Emptying no more
on the road doe hoe
It nothing to blow your show
But I'm in it to go get the
Give and get the love to reach the fans
Motivate plans
Give em I can
em to the man
Hopin' they
Cuz with no I'm gone
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 knowing
We got it going on, that's porn, nigga

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

2: $avage]
I'm the with the wings
And I lift em up, middle up
To the PPD, 309 county where I'm from
Sip a lotta
Roll a gas, do a lotta drugs
If I ya boys bands, I hit him up
be 2k, that'll split him up
Call my nigga
I'mma get the back, you go get the
Bandannas like Montana's over my face I hit em up
on em like Alabama
Once I up seven 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 told me how these nigga's though
Keep a big a
With
Like a
On
Like I'm workin in the drive
Give it to em through the window
Chopper
Bodies
ride away
Where I'm from its the slums,
Get theyself fucked up a ways
I saying that you gotta pray
But I seen it coming like a away
I'm just saying I got to say
Prolly not
But every got a day

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

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

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

4: No Fatigue]
Blowin' powerpuff with these bitches
with the spice
I'mma get em
Coming the bottom like some fucking ice
See the green clear like a fuckin'
When I hit the it don't be nothin' nice
And bitches the D, I got a couple hypes
They let me hit like a bunch of likes
she throw it back like a bunch of hikes
Tell bud he be wiser before he get hit in his six pack
Right up the can, yeah, sip
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 the separate ones
See that boy ridin' a street sign?
We gon' give pussy boy a peace sign
All these bitches me like iPhones
her slide on me, I need iHome
In ho's-tel, no room b
Still slidin', no key
Your bitch like they boo-ing
Nigga's mad at me like
Young boy cool the 3-Cs
Met a pretty with the 3-Bs
Spray in his like fa-breeze
on, nigga can't see me
I don't rock niggas cuz they offbeat
I be money, nigga's talk cheap
I be in her mouth false teeth
I'm in between like flossing
Roll up with these Bs
I hit bitch in the eve
She shake it like
I had to hit and run
Hope she say please when I leave
I ball, I up like a sleeve
Her pussy pink like that
Touchin' my cuz I'm king
She wanna search like Bing
Now that bitch got she need
Ballin', but not in the

[Intro: of 300]
Rap God, FGE
You already how we comin', man
loaded in this bitch

[Verse 5: of 300]
Fire in the
liars in the church
Scratch the surface, find a in the dirt
You gotta grind until it
I am triumphed and
Flow rare, unfair, might start a riot this verse
I father like Mufasa 'til I'm lyin' in the hearse
Drive your 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, than any Eskimos ever been
Was sellin'
I for 8 years, I felt like the president
nailin' shit
You'll get off tonight like you workin' shift
up, all praise to the merciful and beneficent
I second guess the
The truth ain't never
The future's present alive and resurrected
Play with me and I'm opps
It get's than Carrot Top
Leave her bloody like it's cherry popped
Six deep, three pair of socks
Put em in the ground, that's deep
We keep winnin', keep losin'
We don't beef, bitch we shootin'
All kinda clips, preview it
clip in my ak got 50 in it, that's G-Unit
Got another clip with a hundred
That got mo' in it, that's 3
Plus 30 in my Dez
Turn em red people
Whack em while their on
Nigga, icy dead
Glock sing when the ring
Lay em down first like a box
Had to sauce on em some hot wings
We be goin in like a swat
Squah!