Luyện nghe bài hát Bennie Franks

I drop like who say mad ass
Verbal ammunition when I solve a ass I stash cash
Assassination like Ras
and 10 hut

I'ma money making soldier I don't give no fuck, the world is mine
You stepping gages grenades and land mines so hand mine
If you was around nigga you ban mine
Off the loado watching out for the rorrow at the po po
99 brinks truck candy sitting on normols

Them niggas don't see us come up
So fuck them marks for the legit ballers for the world up
Its ain't no sold off I'm still top of the mess
Check Tom disrespect Tom Teflon through his and fuck 'em for T

I'm rolling in my camouflage
Wing and white wands and now I ready to march
on this who trying to whip the lyrical arsonist
Look and listen my baguette still glisten

My nine shines its 6 6 so bitches prime time
Who in they write nigga trying to define rhyme
L E G I T
Give it up for pistol pistol the knuckle street baller, come on

B E double N I E
B E N I E Franks
B E double N I E
B E N I E Franks

It's a we completed niggas ballers boy
Thats the money making soldiers all the noise
Ain't nothing on ya block but vocaling toys
Riding out real straps hoes galore

Now it don't get no deeper this
Mr. Obysis come on my style a twist
I'm out the
ya style is too close for coffin

Put me to and nigga ya playing
If your all surrounding I'm abandoning
I strike back like on
I'm on a spree taking out all niggas sounding like me like Cullonon

Y'all can go to a reawrike guiness on a one road
a sin to swallow all the witness now I'm guilty by suspicion
I know shit got ya mind twisted so who I make concern
Tossing this shit like blind bitches touching ya ass getting

212 of them degrees wrecking impostor emcee's chop 'em off at the
Face to face with enemy, I'm G.I. to C H I C H, yo heffa
Fo fo go go blow em outta his a chose yo
The return of the funeral cage
Come on ya all do wanna do it to Tillman or a Ben

'Cause its that nigga the 3-1-2 capital double L-L
Bring the noise shit we bound to burn boys
Although a nice guy and when the drought is to 'em
I em pain
on rasta man tell 'em what the the thang hey

B E N I E Franks
B E double N I E
B E double N I E
B E N I E Franks

a joint we completed niggas ballers boy
Thats the money making bringing all the noise
nothing on ya block but them vocaling toys
Riding out real straps hoes galore

B E N I E Franks
Who want to come test me now
The game is over it's officially my
You around nigga and get ya label shut down

Who them niggas try to diss and made a but they miss
shouldn't a let me tangle legit ballers and twist
I axe ya off, who can I trust hits ya
Who can I bust I for cash put beans on fast got singers as jack
I told ya that shit for last

Guard ya glamoura I'm fucking up and challengers
Shoulda charged ya stamina comes the
Watch me damage ya, we mash and bang mask and thang
Get jacked ya name the game and I'll blast ya fame
You say the war is on bring it I spare you, come to my city nigga

B E N I E Franks
B E double N I E
B E double N I E
B E N I E Franks

It's a joint we completed niggas boy
Thats the making soldiers bringing all the noise
Ain't nothing on ya block but them toys
Riding out real straps hoes galore

It's a joint we completed niggas boy
Thats the money making soldiers bringing all the
Ain't on ya block but them vocaling toys
Riding tinted out real straps hoes