Luyện nghe bài hát Bennie Franks

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now it don't get no than 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 all shit surrounding I'm abandoning
I strike like heaven on
I'm on a taking out all niggas sounding like me like Andrew 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 this shit got ya twisted so who I make concern
Tossing this like blind bitches touching ya ass getting burned

212 of degrees wrecking impostor 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 blow em outta his a chose yo
The return of the funeral right
Come on ya all do do it to Tillman or a Ben Jagger

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

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
Thats the money making soldiers bringing all the
Ain't nothing on ya but them vocaling toys
tinted out real straps hoes galore

B E N I E Franks
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 a clip but they miss
Y'all shouldn't a let me tangle ballers and twist
I axe ya off, who can I trust hits ya
Who can I bust I fiend for cash put on fast got singers as jack
I told ya save that shit for

Guard ya glamoura I'm fucking up and challengers
Shoulda ya stamina here comes the
Watch me damage ya, we and bang with 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 double N I E
B E N I E Franks
B E N I E Franks
B E double N I E

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

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