Luyện nghe bài hát Bennie Franks

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

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

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

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

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

B E N I E Franks
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 making soldiers bringing all the noise
Ain't nothing on ya block but vocaling toys
Riding tinted out real straps hoes

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

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

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

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

'Cause its that nigga from the capital double L-L
Bring the noise shit we bound to them boys
Although he's a guy and when the drought is to 'em
I em pain
Come on rasta man tell 'em what the the hey

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

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

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

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

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

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 joint we completed niggas boy
Thats the making soldiers bringing all the noise
Ain't nothing on ya block but vocaling toys
Riding tinted out real straps galore

It's a we completed niggas ballers boy
Thats the money making soldiers all the noise
nothing on ya block but them vocaling toys
Riding tinted out real straps galore