Luyện nghe bài hát Bennie Franks

I bombs like who say mad ass
Verbal 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 world is
You stepping over gages grenades and mines so hand mine
If you was around nigga you probably ban
Off the watching out for the rorrow popping at the po po
99 brinks truck candy sitting on normols

Them niggas wanna see us come up
So fuck them marks for the legit ballers for the blow 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 in my candle camouflage
Wing ding and wands and now I ready to march
Embark on this who trying to whip the arsonist
Look learn and listen my baguette glisten

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

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B E N I E Franks

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

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

Put me to and nigga ya playing
If your all shit surrounding I'm
I strike like heaven 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
It's a sin to swallow all the witness now I'm by suspicion
I know this shit got ya mind twisted so who I concern
Tossing this shit blind bitches touching ya ass getting burned

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

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

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

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

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Who want to test me now think
The game is over it's my time
You fuck around nigga and get ya label down

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

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

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

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

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