Luyện nghe bài hát Bennie Franks

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

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

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

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

My nine shines its 6 past 6 so bitches prime
Who in they mine 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 bringing all the
Ain't on ya block but them vocaling toys
tinted out real straps hoes galore

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

Put me to stand and ya playing
If all shit surrounding I'm abandoning
I strike back heaven on
I'm on a spree taking out all sounding like me like Andrew Cullonon

Y'all can go to a guiness on a one road business
It's a sin to all the witness now I'm guilty by suspicion
I this 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 emcee's chop 'em off at the knees
to face with your enemy, I'm G.I. to C H I C H, yo heffa
Fo fo go go em outta his a betta chose yo
The return of the funeral right
Come on ya all do do it to Tillman or a Ben Jagger

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

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

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

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

Who niggas try to diss and made a clip but they miss
Y'all shouldn't a let me tangle legit ballers and
I axe ya wrist off, who can I hits ya
Who can I I fiend for cash put beans on fast got singers as jack
I told ya save that shit for

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

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

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

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