Luyện nghe bài hát Bennie Franks

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

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

Them niggas 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 still top of the
Check Tom disrespect Tom through his chest and fuck 'em for T

I'm rolling in my 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 them pistol pistol the street baller, come on

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

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

Now it get no deeper than this
Mr. Obysis come on my style a twist
I'm out the
Checking ya is too close for coffin

Put me to and nigga ya playing
If your all shit I'm abandoning
I back 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 business
It's a sin to all the witness now I'm guilty by suspicion
I know this shit got ya mind twisted so who I make
Tossing this like blind bitches touching ya ass getting burned

212 of them degrees wrecking impostor chop 'em off at the knees
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 betta yo
The return of the funeral cage
Come on ya all do wanna do it to or a Ben Jagger

'Cause its that nigga from the 3-1-2 double L-L
the noise shit we bound to burn them boys
Although he's a guy and when the drought 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

a joint we completed niggas ballers boy
Thats the making soldiers bringing all the noise
Ain't on ya block but them vocaling toys
Riding tinted out real hoes galore

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

Who niggas try to diss and made a clip 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 for cash put beans on fast got singers as jack
I told ya save that shit for

Guard ya glamoura I'm up opponents and challengers
charged 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 it I spare you, come back to my city nigga

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

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

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